Heywood was a daddy in 1942
He couldn't read or make
Gregious is a needy woman washed in the blood
To lead
I been up and down this lonely town
Never found what
Standin' here, on this old familiar porch
I know this welcome
I had to pack it up, yeah I just wasn't
Well my ways were always wickedAnd I never did believeThat
Heywood was a daddy in 1942Couldn’t read or make his
Baby lock the door and turn the lights down lowPut
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