| I work every day in a trucker’s cafe
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| And at night I serve drinks in a bar
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| I’ve nothing to say to the men who drop by
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| So that none of them get very far
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| You may think that it’s money
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| But that’s not the reason that keeps me a-laboring on
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| For I’m working from morning to midnight
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| And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn
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| For once I was happy and full of the pictures
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| That only a young girl can plan
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| A lifetime of love all wrapped up in a bundle
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| And placed in the hands of a man
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| But then he found another, he told me he loved her
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| He climbed in his rig and was gone
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| So I’m working from morning to midnight
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| And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn
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| My life isn’t easy, and I’m nearly crazy
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| Just tryin to keep myself sane
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| But how can I try when I know if I saw him
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| I’d do it all over again?
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| So I give all my love to my sweet little baby
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| Yes, it’s only a form of a can
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| And I’m working from morning to midnight
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| And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn
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| Yes, I working from morning to midnight
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| And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn |