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Poem of the Week

No Way to Get Along


I'm going home & tell my man

These lowdown men done treated me

Like my heart was made of a rock of stone


If you don't want me, don't haul me around

My home's in most any old town

Going up on the mountain to look down on the sea


I left my mother standing at the door

I left my mother at the door

She never said please don't go

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