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Blackbird sitting on an open gate |
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Old camel now walking the plains |
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West wind blowing in waist high weed |
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A-sideways of the rain |
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A bloodhound spent |
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Can't get no trail |
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Ain't no sign of man |
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Wanna get ourselves |
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On the straight and the narrow |
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Gonna need a better plan |
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I roll your sleeves up |
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I hold back the dam |
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I fill these bags with sand |
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Every young boy, woman |
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And every man |
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Has got to lend a hand |
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Now it ain't no old wife's tale |
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It ain't no fable |
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Payback is coming around |
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The hourglass |
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Sitting there on the table |
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Filled on both sides now |
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The work is potluck |
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I grab a hatchet |
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Now, wearing a glove that fits |
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You can't take a punch |
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Well, you might as well quit |
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Won't matter how hard you hit |
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I roll your sleeves up |
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Shovel the land |
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I rise up and learn how to stand |
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Now, you're a toothless woman |
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Or a one armed man |
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You too got to lend a hand |
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We're losing daylight |
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You got to be swift |
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You ain't got brains |
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Yeah, you can lift |
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Now, be an optimist |
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See the glass half full |
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You don't got a life |
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What you got, eat it |
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And when your father gets home |
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Gonna turn on the lights |
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We're up to our throats in knifes |
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Those eyes will flash |
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And his teeth will grind |
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He'll say, "You're on your own, look alive" |
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Suppose I quit shooting |
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My wayward tribe |
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Whatever would you do? |
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Now take me to |
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HadesOr take me to |
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MemphisJust don't take me for one of you |
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I roll your sleeves up |
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The fat lady sang |
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Now, grab your buckets and cans |
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Come over the border |
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Your papers in order |
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You too got to lend a hand |
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I roll your sleeves up |
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I hold back the dam |
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I fill these bags with sand |
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Every young boy, woman |
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And every tired old man |
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You too got to lend a hand |
