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Workin' out here on the railroad line |
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Breaking my back for nickles and dimes |
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Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time |
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Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine |
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Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul |
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I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole |
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And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow's gonna be another day |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow's gonna be another day |
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So go tell that man that I won't be back |
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To lay no more of that railroad track |
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I got little green weeds growing round my shack |
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I keep my money in a gunny sack |
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Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire |
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Just pass me over 'cause I don't care |
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I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow's gonna be another day |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow's gonna be another day |
