| Little momma 's in despair
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| Got no crazy clothes to wear
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| Nothing in the world she wants to do
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| So she turns and walks away
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| To step around another day
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| Never tasting anything that’s new
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| She seems to always wait for some other kind of sorrow
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| Thinks no one but herself can ever feel
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| That she somehow always looks the same
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| As she steps upon the road again
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| Takes another spin upon the wheel
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| Oh sweet Lil' won’t you do your daddy’s will
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| Won’t you take some other sinner as your friend
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| Playing on your tambourine selling life just like a dream
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| Won’t you lead another soldier past the bend
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| Can you hear the knocking upon the door
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| Some stranger asking not too sure
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| The way on which his rolling step should go
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| And you show him and he passes on
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| Along the road the rest have gone
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| You’re too busy with yourself to let him know
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| And if they listen for a while
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| You feed them cakes and coffee
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| That’s little for the Lord to have to pay
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| But nothing has been lost or won
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| Just a lot of pretty songs been sung
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| Tomorrow will be just another day.
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| Oh sweet Lil' won’t you do your daddy’s will
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| Won’t you take some other sinner as your friend
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| Playing on your tambourine selling life just like a dream
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| Won’t you lead another soldier past the bend. |