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I'm a machinist at the Springfield Armory |
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Just slightly ahead of my time |
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But I don't make much money |
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So I sell eggs and chickens on the side |
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I'm good at what I do |
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And I take great pride |
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But I don't make much money |
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So I sell eggs and chickens on the side |
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And my wife does love me |
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But she can't realize |
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Why I won't go back down south |
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And leave the armory behind |
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But I love my job |
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I'll shave metal until I die |
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And until I do, I'll take on |
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Any extra thing it takes to provide |
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And I know it'll kill me |
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Breathing all those fumes |
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But I'd sooner sniff solution |
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Than a baker's dozen hothouse blooms |
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And my wife does love me |
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But she can't realize |
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Why I won't go back down south |
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And leave the armory behind |
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But I feel it is important |
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What I do upon my lathe |
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I pledge to do the detail work |
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Until my expiration day |
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Until my expiration day |
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Until my expiration day |
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Until my expiration day |
