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I Learned My Lesson lyrics
How I, how I learned my lesson
Mine is a big pink house
A preacher knocking on the door
With a self-righteous preacher going in
But he is just an old flame
I'll never want him again and again and again
How I, how I, how I
How I, how I learned my lesson
I didn't, I kept on trying
I didn't listen I looked up to you
I call you on the phone
But you tell me you're not home
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
So I never want to see you again
I'm wrecking the kitchen carefully
But I'm keeping your dinner warm
How I, how I, how I
How I how I learned my lesson
I didn't, I kept on trying
I didn't listen, I looked up to you
At the soul market on Sunday
Here's what I put in your collection basket
In front of the congregation
I stood up and called your name
When I walked out
You just shook my hand
How I, how I, how I
How I, how I learned my lesson
How I, how I learned my lesson
Part of these releases
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- Track 13 on The 3B Blues Boy - The Blues Years: 1952-1959
- 12 I Don't Believe
- 14 I Smell Trouble
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