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Down the meager life...is where I'll stay |
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I just came in and I got pushed out again |
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I just came in and I got pushed out again |
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The wind did it'it did everything |
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The sky so red, I had to run and hide |
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I ran and trip on the tractors rear |
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Didn't even know it was there |
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It musta been buried up high eighteen hundred feet |
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The dust storms came and knock over my rice |
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I can't get hold of my chopsticks to revive my life |
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My crops all ran, cause they chocked to death |
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Not a single left |
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Down the meager life...is where I'll stay |
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And I've gone on walking |
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And found the mother road |
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It was mighty big, long and wide |
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Been here walking down the path |
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Took two years, but I've made it pass |
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Just in time for them to push me out |
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But I've stood tall and proud |
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I'm not gonna walk out now |
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I'm not gonna be pushed around |
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I punched and bleeded, not a single laughed |
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Down the meager life...is where I'll stay |
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Been here for a day and not a thing changed |
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Not a work in sight |
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Justa miserable life |
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With nothing going right |
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Justa bunch of lies |
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Nothing good for me |
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Down the meager life...is where I'll stay |
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Justa scatter of miserable fight |
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Nothing changes |
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Is where I'll be staying |
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A life of pity, nothing but freight |
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So... |
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Down the meager life...is where I'll stay |
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