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Facing the world ain't easy |
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When there isn't anything going |
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Standing at the corner waiting |
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Watching time go by |
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Will I go into work today |
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Or shall I bide my time? |
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'Cause when I see that union man walking down the street |
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He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve or I eat |
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Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine |
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Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line |
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Now I think of what my mama told me |
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She always said that it would never ever work out |
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But all I want to do is make some money |
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And bring you home some wine |
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For I don't want you ever to see me |
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Standing in that line |
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'Cause that union man got such a hold over me |
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He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve or I eat |
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Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine |
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Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line |
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Get back, get back, get right back in the line |
