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I’m kinda sick Mama

Kinda down

Truckload of trouble child

Be what I found

And as I turn around

To get away

Another spoken problem done

Got something to say yeah

Lord, I gotta find my home

Oh yeah, I need a lovin’ woman I can call my own

I’m just tired now

Mama tired of running alone

I need a lovin’ woman I can call my own

Ain’t got no time

No time to think

Search me some gold child

Grab me a drink

Got’s me a frown, baby

Need to find a smile

Whether your grass is green or blue child

I’ll walk the mile, yeah

Lord, I gotta find my home

I need a lovin’ woman I can call my own

Oh I’m just tired

Mama tired of running alone, oh yeah

I need a lovin’ woman I can call my own

Oh yeah, Lord, I gotta find my home

I need a lovin’ woman I can call my own

Yeah... oh I’m just tired

Mama tired of running alone, yeah, yeah

I need a lovin’ woman, a woman I can call my own, yeah

All my own, all my own

I need