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Johnny baker works down at the mill |
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Makes enough to make ends meet |
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And pay his bills |
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Even though he comes from the wrong side of the tracks |
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He's the first on there to lend a hand |
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Or give the shirt right off his back |
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(chorus) |
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From what we give we make a living |
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Those dollars, diamonds and gold |
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But that old cliche' is a given |
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You reap what you sow |
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When you reach out your hand and heart |
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Then your soul is satisfied |
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From what we give we make a living |
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From what we give |
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We make a life |
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Mr. millers got a mansion on the hill |
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He spent his whole life |
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Chasing that almighty dollar bill |
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But all his so-called riches |
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Somethings missing in his soul |
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It takes more than having everything |
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To make a man feel whole |
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(repeat chorus) |
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(tag) |
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When you reach out your hand and your heart |
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Then your soul is satisfied |
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From what we give we make a living |
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From what we give |
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We make a life |
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From what we give we make a living |
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From what we give |
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We make a life |
