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I once was a tool of opression |
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As green as a sucker could be |
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And monopolies banded together |
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To beat a poor hayseed like me |
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The railroads and the old party bosses |
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Together did sweetly agree |
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They thought there would be little trouble |
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In workin' a hayseed like me |
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In workin' a hayseed like me |
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In workin' a hayseed like me |
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They thought there would be little trouble |
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In workin' a hayseed like me |
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But now I've roused up a little |
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Their greed and corruption I see |
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And the ticket we vote next November |
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Will be made up of hayseeds like me |
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Will be made up of hayseeds like me |
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Will be made up of hayseeds like me |
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And the ticket we vote next November |
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Will be made up of hayseeds like me |
