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King Albert New Orleans Heat

I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya But you look sick enough to die" He sent

all of my hard earned money, yeah, she left with someone else Listen, she wrecked my brand new car, she even pawned my diamond ring Whoow, she wrecked my brand new

The two kind of people I just can't stand Evil hearted woman And a lyin' man Don't you lie to me Now don't you lie to me Because it make me mad I get

The very thought of you And I forget to do Those little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream I'm happy as a queen