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f I thought for just one moment I could take you at your wordI'd let you in on almost anything I seebut you been caught in the act of spreading secrets that you heardand they got a way of gettin' back to me(chorus)Total strangers come and tell me my life storytelling me where I went wrongon things I've never done before;and it's one kind of favor I'd be asking youdon't do me any favors anymoreI've been accused of being ragged and unholyI guess I've been called most every name except dead;but it would take ten strong mena hundered years of running loose and wildto live up to all the stories that you spread.(chorus) From Letras Mania