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Slavin' away |
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All for you my love |
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And i've nothin to show for it |
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Cept my dusty old book full of pictures |
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A dusty old book |
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Tell me a story |
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Bout how i wasn't so tired |
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From my slavin' away |
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I ran off |
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Put on corduroy knickers that i got from the coal shovelin' kid |
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And hitchhiked in a rickety old ford |
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Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton side car |
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Down strange roads |
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In the purrin' rain, as the poet put it |
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On up to st. Paul |
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On a cold day in the middle of the fall |
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And they picked me up for not wearin a dress |
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And suspended my sentence |
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If i wore somethin with a strap that was pink |
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And i scrubbed up on somebody's sink |
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So now i catch the canadian pacific |
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And not be too specific, just somewhere up north |
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And get into lumber and slumber when i like |
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And in the spring ride down into cheyenne on my bike |
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I looked out the window |
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And i stuck my head out the door |
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And the snow was melting so slow... |
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And the sky was light but so gray... |
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Slavin' away |
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And all for nothin' my love |
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Cookin and washin in the morning |
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And startin at 9:25 |
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I assemble six boxes of little plastic christmas trees |
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And put in the blue leds |
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On kid toy cell phones with borg batteries |
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And then on to the sewing machine |
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Stick the labels on purple t-shirts |
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And the arms on pull-over jumpers for the uk |
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Slavin' away |
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All for you my love |
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And i've nothin to show for it |
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I've nothin to show for it |
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I could see her lookin in the mirror at me |
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Wonderin' if it wasn't plain for everyone to see |
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Nothin ever seemed to turn out how it might be |
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I could see her doubting now that all had gone and went |
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That anything she got was equal what that she'd spent |
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That she never seemed to get back what that she'd lent |
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Anyway they did have a son |
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And by the time he was married and i played at his wedding too at holy trinity |
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I was choir director myself |
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Rehearsals in the basement twice a week |
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I demanded we'd be in peak condition |
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And everything seemed to be going quite well |
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I got along well with the priest... |
