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short on lovin' me.
I guess that's why she let me go so far.
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Mama tried to stop me short of stealin'.
She told me not to smoke it,
Well, I rode into Atlanta,
stolen taxin' almost out of gas
Lately, I'd learned how to get it fast
And I said, precious memories,
a rock of ages clipped for me
Well, put them handcuffs on me
Lord, how I fought to resist
Till that metal bit into my wrists
And I said, precious memory,
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take me back to the good old days
She tried to turn me on to Jesus,
She tried to turn me on to Jesus,
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