| I work the ground and nothing
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| I cast the line, and nothing comes up
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| I’ve got to work harder next month
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| I’ve got a suit, a new tie
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| I’ve knocked on every door on this street
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| But they’re not buying what I’ve got
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| Will You really provide for me?
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| Will my wife eat?
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| Will my children be okay this month?
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| I wave my hands; |
| they drive by
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| I wave again, but I can’t make them stop
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| Tomorrow, they’ll pick me up for sure
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| I raise a sign; |
| they drive by
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| I fear tonight I’ll leave with empty hands
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| Tomorrow I’ve got to find some work
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| But now I’m tired, I’ll lay down
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| I’ll rest my head, but only for a while
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow
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| Will You really provide for me?
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| Will my wife eat?
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| Will my children be okay this month?
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| Will You really provide for me?
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| For the least of these
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| The hopeless, those poor fools, who can’t help themselves?
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| Will You really provide for me?
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| Something I can see
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| Because I don’t believe |