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Well she spent all my money throwed me out on my nose |
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Then have the nerve to ask me what a matchbox hold my clothes |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way |
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Well I been to Nashville New Orleans |
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Been to Chattanooga been to Bowling Green |
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I been lotsa places spent lotsa time |
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There's one thing for certain that a poor boy gonna find |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way |
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Well I'll roost with the chickens wrap with the hogs |
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Graze with the cattles run rabbits with the dogs |
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Declare to my goodness I'd rather die |
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Than to have no gravy when my bread is dry |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way |
