| The poor man’s soul is a diamond made of coal
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| He’s trying every day to survive
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| He makes his way, through the night and through the day
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| Sayin: «don't it feel so good to be alive?»
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| Ah but I don’t want to end up like him
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| For he’s down on his knees every hour to pray
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| Sayin: «Lord, I been so good, just like I knew I should
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| So won’t you free me on my judgement day?»
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| She speaks good French sitting pretty on the bench
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| But I know she’s only after his Gold
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| She looks so fine, it’s naturally a crime
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| But she complains that she’s getting too old
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| So she tells her mama, that she’s falling in love
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| With a rich man who can take her far away
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| But the Wheel of Time, make her change her mind
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| The hour on her judgement day
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| Now that girl of mine, she ain’t the gentle kind
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| All she do is fuss, cuss and moan
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| Well I tried so hard, but it ain’t in the cards
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| So I’ll be leaving her alone
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| And if I’m right mama, you’ll have to sing to me
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| But if I’m wrong then I won’t be in your way
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| And if I find myself at the mercy of the law
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| Won’t you free me on my judgement day? |