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I just don't like this kind of livin' I'm tired of doin' all the givin'
I give my all and sit and yearn and get no lovin' in return
And I just don't like this kind of livin'
Why do we stay together if we always fuss and fight
You ain't never done to be wrong and I ain't never been right
Tell me where you think we're goin' cause I ain't got no way of knowin'
When things go wrong you go your way you leave me here to pay and pay
And I just don't like this kind of livin'
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I just don't like the things you're doin' your evil heart will be your ruin
When things start runnin' smooth and free you haul right off and you pick on me
And I just don't like this way of livin'
They say the road of love is long it's rocky and it's rough
But if this road don't start to get smooth I've traveled it long enough
Why don't you act a little older and get that chip off of your shoulder
I told you once now I'll tell you twice you better start to treat me nice
Cause I just don't like this kind of livin'
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Lord I'm singing you this message up to heaven
asking you to send me down another angel.
I've been looking for along time for someone to get her off my mind,
but you know Lord, Angels are hard to find.
I want an angel with arms and not with wings.
Someone that I can call my darling.
If you can think of someone to fit that description,
Lord could you help me one more time.
But I know Lord, Angels are hard to find.
Its my fault I lost the first one you sent to me.
I didn't know 'til she was gone how much she mean't to me.
She loved me but I was blind.
I bet I do a whole lot better next time.
But I know Lord, Angels are hard to find.
I want an angel with arms and not with wings.
Someone that I can call darling.
If you can think of someone to fit my description,
Lord could you help ole Hank one more time,
but I know Lord, yeah angels are hard to find.
One like that right there Lord. Angels are hard to find
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She Was Just Something To Do |
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