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Your Folk song singers all go around a singing How bad are the men, how sinful are the women: I got a woman at home with her door left open for me; I got a woman at home with her gate wide open for mr. These singers going round do the same old thing Run all my women down on your slick-slidin' string I got a woman at home with her screen left open for me I got a woman at home with her blinds wide open for me. You grizzly bear boys all of you fall high flyers You're sixteen kids behind me in the passion fires I got a woman at home with her door left open for me I got a woman at home with her gate wide open for me. I'm a high ballad man, I'm a folk singer too; I sing about the good things men and women do; I got a woman at home with her sheets left open for me; I got a woman at home with her blanket wide open for me. I was first born a-singin' in this big world, Raised by the laborin' movements of a hundred pretty girls; I got a woman at home with her arms left open for me. I got a woman at home with her hands wide open for me From Letras Mania