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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Muireann Bradley
Muireann Bradley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Wilkins
Robert Wilkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terry McGinty
Terry McGinty
Producer
John Bradley
John Bradley
Producer
Kevin Reeves
Kevin Reeves
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm gonna tell you, baby, tell you now
If you don't want me, you don't have to dog me around
Because that old girl's mad with me, friend, but I don't care
'Cause that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
Now look-a yonder, baby, what I see?
A police and a sergeant, they is comin' after me
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm gonna tell you that I'm forced to take the ride
When you see me goin', baby, hang your head and cry
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm gonna tell the judge that I know that I done wrong
You go and get some lawyers to come and go my bond
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I know the judge is gonna give me thirty long days
I made it up in my mind, baby, to go and stay
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm going out and work out my time
Because the girl I love, she's not got a dime
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
Written by: Robert Wilkins
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