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While we are on the subject of hard work |
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I just wanted to tell you that, "I am a man who likes hard work" |
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I was born working and I worked my way up by hard work |
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I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work |
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Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out |
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I been disgusted I been busted and I couldn't be trusted |
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I worked my way up and I worked my way down |
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I been drunk and I been sober, I been baptized and hijacked |
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Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail |
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Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was at |
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The hardest work I ever done was, when I was tryin' |
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To get myself a worried woman to help ease my worried mind |
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I'm gonna tell ya just how much work I had to do |
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To get this woman I was tellin' you about, I shook hands |
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With ninety seven of her kinfolk and Her blood relatives |
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And I done just the same with eighty six people |
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Who's just her friends and her neighbors |
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I kissed seventy three babies and put dry pants |
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On thirty four of em', well as others done this same thing |
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Well there are a lot of other things just like this |
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I held one hundred twenty five wild horses |
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And put saddles and bridles on more than that |
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Harnessed some of the wildest and craziest teams |
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In that whole country I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand still |
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And I let forty two hound dogs lick me all over seven times |
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I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces |
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By rattlesnakes and water moccasins on two river bottoms |
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I chopped and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads |
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Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal |
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Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains |
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Got lost, lost a good pair of shoes in a mud hole |
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And I chopped and weeded forty eight rows of short cotton |
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Thirteen acres of bad corn, I cut the sticker weeds |
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Out of eleven back yards, all on account of 'cuz |
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I wanted to show her that I was a man and I liked to work |
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I cleaned out nine barn lofts, cranked thirty one cars |
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All makes and models, pulled three cars out of mud holes |
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And four or five out of snow drifts |
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I dug five cisterns of water for some of her friends |
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Run all kinds of errands, played the fiddle for nine |
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Church meetin's I Joined eleven separate denominations |
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I joined up and signed up with seven best trade unions |
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I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance |
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I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers |
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Walked across two ranges of mountains and crossed |
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Three deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue |
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Moonstruck, skeeter bit, poison Ivy and the seven year itch |
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And the blind staggers, I was give up for less, lost and dead |
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A couple of times struck by lightning, struck by Congress |
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Struck by friends and kinfolks Well as by three cars on highways |
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A lot of times in people's hen houses, I been hit and run down |
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Run over and walked on knocked around, I'm just sittin' here |
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Now tryin' to study up what else I can do to show that women |
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That I still ain't afraid of hard work |