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Waitin" til my dyin' day |
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That's when I pack these tired blues away |
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That's when I go to lay down in my grave |
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That'll be my flyin' day |
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Wondering what i'm workin' for |
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Ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no more |
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Ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor |
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I wonder what I'm workin' for |
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Making tiny feet for shoes |
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Didn't have the right to pick 'n choose |
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Didn't know the freedom I would lose |
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In making tiny feet for shoes |
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Working dozen to the nine |
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Feels like I'm just servin' time |
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Waitin' in this goddamn line |
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Hell or heaven I'll be fine |
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Cookin' nothing in the pan |
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that's the way life dealt my hand |
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That'll be my livin' last demand |
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To get something from this land |
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Playin' around the toes of time |
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Waiting for the spark that'll free my mind |
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that'll put unhappiness behind |
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Just looking for an exit sign |
