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When you was down
sick down on your bed
When you was down
sick down on your bed
Nobody brought you your medicine
I still brought you bread

You is up today
looking good again
You is up today
looking good again
I knocked on your door
Won't even let me in

But the sun gonna shine
once more in my back door
But the sun gonna shine
once more in my back door
It's true I love you, sweet mama, but you
Can't mistreat me no more

I was standing at the terminal
humped all up and cried
I was standing at the terminal
humped all up and cried
Crying, I wonder what train
Taken that brown of mine

And I run to the telephone
took the receiver down
And I run to the telephone
took the receiver down
I say, Hello Central
Give me Doctor Brown

My baby looks for me at
any old hour at night
My baby looks for me at
any old hour at night
No matter when I goes there, she
Never turn out all her lights

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
lord lord lord lord
Mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm
lord lord lord lord

You womens in Atlanta
Treat these men like a dog

Before this time, brown
maybe another year

I'll be up the country
Drinking that cool canned beer
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