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this was written after my first short, but very bad marriage.

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Little girl, I hate to bring you down
I don’t mean to laugh and act like a clown;
but you said you would love me forever more.
That we would be the happiest, living behind  
the same front door.
I know we could never be happy by existing
in a married life;
Young woman, little girl, please listen to me,
I just ain’t the one girl kind.

Now some men can be happy with the love
and the warmth of a home.
That ain’t me, I can’t be satisfied unless I
have room to roam.
When you throw your lovin on me, you
almost change my mind.
But woman, oh woman, please listen to me
I just ain’t the one girl kind.

Oh woman, please, I’ve got to go, can’t you
see I’m thinking of you.
Please don’t make it harder for me to do what
I have to do.
Someday you’ll have a happy home and then
you’ll be glad you let me roam.
Young woman, little girl, there’s only one  heart
breaking, cause I just ain’t the one girl kind.

Smokey Lonesome 
July 1970 / Indianapolis, Indiana