No more credit
  From liquor store
  Suit is all dirty, boy
  Shoes is all wore
  Tired and lonely, my
  Heart is all sore
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  I can't stand it no more
  
  Told me she loved me
  I believed what she said
  Took me for a sucker, boy
  All corn-fed
  Next thing I knew
  She had a bolt on the door
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  I can't use it no more
  
  She took George's watch
  Like they always do
  (It was a Timex, too!)
  No more money, boy
  I shoulda knew
  
  The way she do me, boy
  She might do you, too
  
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  People I am through!
  
  Potato-head Bobby
  was a friend of mine
  Open three of his eyes
  In the food stamp line
  Open four of his eyes
  In the food stamp line
  Open five of his eyes
  In the food stamp line
  Open six of his eyes
  In the food stamp line
  Said she might be a devil
  But she sure was fine
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  He wanna try it one time
  
  Later that night
  He drop on by
  Told her all he wanna do
  Was step up and say "Hi"
  Half an hour later
  She had frenched his fry
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  Bobby, say good-bye