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By Lucinda Williams Submitted by Just Some Girl Date: 2002 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.04.06.26.30641]] |
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Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand 'Cause you don't really love me, you're not my man You're not my man, oh you're not my man Go back to Greenville, just go on back to Greenville You screem and shout and you make a scene When you open your mouth you never say what you mean Say what you mean, oh say what you mean Go back to Greenville, just go on back to Greenville Out all night playin' in a band Looking for a fight with a guitar in your hand A guitar in your hand, oh a guitar in your hand Go back to Greenville, just go on back to Greenville Empty bottles and broken glass Busted down doors and borrowed cash Borrowed cash, oh the borrowed cash Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Loookin' for someone to save you Lookin' for someone to rave about you To rave about you, oh to rave about you Go back to Greenville, just go on back to Greenville |