No More, No More, No More

Bobby Lord

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Mmmmm-mm-mmmmmmmmm...
I was walkin' down the road with my head hangin' low
I thought I heard my Sue just say yonder comes my Bo
Go away from my door, I don't want you no more
No more, no more, no more, no more [continued]
No more, no more, no more

Ah-ah-aaah, child you're killing me
You're just killing me, that's all, yeah
I was a-sittin' in the jail with a pan of peas
I thought I heard a runner from a-rattlin' the keys
Go away from my door, I don't want you no more
No more, no more, no more, no more [continued]
No more, no more, no more

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Now, if your old lady ever leaves you
And you want her back
Just call her like this
And nine times out of ten that woman will come in a run
Now listen to this...
Mama, mama, mama come to your daddy now
Aaaah, child you're killing me
You're killing me graveyard dead, yeah-yeah-yeah

Oooooh-oooh-oh, come on dear man and knock yourself out
Go away from my door, I don't want you no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Go away from my door, I don't want you no more
No more...

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Composition: Bobby Lord and Andy Boyett

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