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Well, she spent all my money |
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Throwed me out on my nose |
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Then have the nerve to ask me |
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What a matchbox hold my clothes |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy |
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Hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work |
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Is always coming my way |
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Well, I been to |
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Nashville New Orleans |
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Been to Chattanooga |
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Been to Bowling Green |
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I been lotsa places |
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Spent lotsa time |
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There's one thing for certain |
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That a poor boy gonna find |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy |
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Hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work |
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Is always coming my way |
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Well, I'll roost with the chickens |
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Wrap with the hogs |
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Graze with the cattles |
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Run rabbits with the dogs |
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Declare to my goodness |
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I'd rather die |
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Than to have no gravy |
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When my bread is dry |
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Dry bread it ain't greasy |
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Hard work it sure ain't easy |
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Dry bread and hard work |
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Is always coming my way |
