| So you’re a single mom holding down two jobs
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| To give your kids the chance you never got
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| More power to ya
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| You’re a farming man with callus stains
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| Trying to hold on to the family land
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| More power to ya
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| Get up every day and you find a way to beat the odds
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| You’re always in a pinch, have to fight for every inch
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| But you still thank God
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| It don’t matter what life brings
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| Somehow you find the strength to get you through it
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| I don’t know how you do it
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| More power to ya
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| You’re doing nine to nine for the overtime
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| Cause the dollar these days ain’t worth a dime
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| More power to ya
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| You were rising fast in the middle class
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| Now you work eight hours for a tank of gas
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| More power to ya
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| And get up every day and you find a way to beat the odds
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| You’re always in a pinch, have to fight for every inch
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| But you still thank God
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| It don’t matter what life brings
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| Somehow you find the strength to get you through it
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| I don’t know how you do it
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| More power to ya
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| You swing the hammer, pound the nails
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| You get ten more blisters, my hat’s off, mister.
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| You drive a truck, you sweep the floors
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| And you turn the wrench, you fight the wars
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| And you get paid less for doing more
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| You’re a tough and stubborn bunch
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| Man, you sure know how to take a punch
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| Get back up every day and you find a way to beat the odds
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| You’re always in a pinch, have to fight for every inch
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| But you still thank God
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| It don’t matter what life brings
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| Somehow you find the strength to get you through it
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| I don’t know how you do it
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| More power to ya |