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They say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man |
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Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man |
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I don't care what time it is |
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I want what's mine and not what's his |
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I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands |
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They say there's not near enough here to go around |
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They say there's not near enough here to go around |
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I don't mind sharin' bread and supper |
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But when it comes to tobacco it's each man's own |
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And if you brought your own bottle, |
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Come on and sit right down |
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Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down |
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Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down |
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Don't go home and slash your wrists |
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Come out fightin' with both your fists |
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I know you don't believe me, |
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But things sure could turn around |
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Seems like I've been down this lonesome road before |
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Seems like I've been down this lonesome road before |
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Sometimes I get to movin' and I fall down flat |
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You know you I took a beatin' but I ain't dyin' yet |
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Something keeps me gettin' up and coming back for more |
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Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man |
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Yeah they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man |
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I don't care what time it is |
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I want what's mine and not what's his |
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I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands |
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I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands |
