| Through many a long year my table was full
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| And among many others I was chosen
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| To stand in the heat of the factory’s hum
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| While the others outside they stood frozen
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| Yes my head it was empty, my pockets was full
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| And my hands and my fingers was itching
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| And I laughed at the shadows that stood in the cold
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| While I stood full warm in the kitchen
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| All my children they laughed as they grew at my feet
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| And my woman said she loved me dearly
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| And my vision was blocked by the words from their mouths
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| So that I couldn’t see very clearly
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| Ah, but one day a man came to my factory
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| Stood up and said this place is closing
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| Said I’m sorry my friends, we can’t keep you here
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| For far too much money we’re losing
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| Now the winter is here and my hands they are numb
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| And for me every door says no entry
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| There’s no turf on the fire, and my heart is so cold
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| And my belly is always so empty
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| Now my woman and children have left me alone
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| And lower and lower I’m sinking
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| There’s no money left for me to take down
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| To drown all my troubles in drinking |