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I been working so hard my backs near broke |
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My brows are wet and my throat's a choke |
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You sent me here for ten long years |
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I miss my whiskey I miss my beer |
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Ain't seen a gal since I don't know when |
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And the way you treat me won't see one again |
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Well, you can beat me |
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You can try to break me |
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Still I'll say to you |
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You'll never break my spirit |
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When my body's black and blue |
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Well in my arm there's a dreadful pain |
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It's hard digging ditches with a ball and chain |
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You broke my back cause I spat on a guard |
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That don't make me no better, that just makes me hard |
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Your water it stinks 'cause it comes from a bog |
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And the food you serve me ain't fit for a dog |
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You can beat me |
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You can try to break me |
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And still I'll say to you |
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You'll never break my spirit |
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When my body's black and blue |