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 Makin' a mess
 
 T-bone Billy just  singin' the blues
 Caught his  with another man
 Lit up a smoke and  some talkin'
 With the back of  hand
 
 She  shakin', started losing her mind
 But he was kicking back and  it cool
  her walkin' papers
 Took the  to Kalamazoo
 
  for your supper,
 Nobody rides  free
 Eat your heart out, I'll  it C.O.D.
 
 One,  baby what you do
  four let me show you the door
 You're better off dead than makin' a mess of 
 Five,  take your last licks
 Seven, eight let me give  to you straight
 You're better off dead than  a mess of me
 
  Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
 Dark shades, cool  he's Hollywood Blvd.
 Slick Daddy and his fat cigar 
 "Sign  the dotted line!"
 He shook  head and said:
 "All  need is that fiddle of mine!"
 
 Sing for your 
 Nobody rides  free
 Take your big time,  take care of me
 
 One, .....makin  mess of me
 
 When trouble came 
 Billy kep-a-rockin' like 
 
  for your ....I'll send it C.O.D.
 
 One,.....makin a  of me
 
 One, ....makin  mess of me
 
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