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You're just a no account |
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You never will amount to nothin' at all |
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When there is work to do and someone yells for you |
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You don't hear them call |
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The Good Lord set aside his Sundays |
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For folks to rest |
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More that one day's rest is wrong |
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You start restin' Sunday and rest so hard |
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You're tired the whole week long |
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You're just a no account |
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You never will amount to nothin' at all |
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I just can't figure how each time you milk the cow |
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The tit gets so small |
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We got machines to do your work for you |
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But you won't press the button on the wall |
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You're just a no account |
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You never will amount to nothin' at all |
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You're just a no account |
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You never will amount to nothin'al all |
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I just can't figure how each time you milk the cow |
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The tit gets so small |
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We got machines to do your work for you |
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But you won't press the button on the wall |
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You're just a no account |
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You never will amount to nothin' at all |
