Оригинален текст
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1975 Allbro Music, Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music
Lay a hand full of marked cards,
I played the last game.
Well, all the time you know,
that everybody's doin' the same.
Ain't it cruel, now, baby
how life is full of such shame? But
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Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin' you, no.
Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin you, naw/no
With that loaded gun you seem to
Have so much fun.
Scarin' hell outta people that you
Claim you love.
Cannot find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
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Well, I get so tired of makin' reservations for you.
And even my good friends call me,
Make me feel the fool.
But then I find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
Chorus