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May 2012
Well I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of sight
We’ll I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of mind
This girl is talking like she knows me
Oh but please how many more times
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
But the trees oh darling
Couldn’t find her right man
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
Got to get me a new girl child
Got to drain her my empty mind
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
Don’t want to hear you speak baby
I’m still just your left man
Paul Rousseau
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