| I get up early in the morning
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| I’ll be standin' at the welfare line
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| I get up early in the morning
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| Lord, I’ll be standin' at that welfare line
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| I keep talkin' to my case worker
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| But the governor don’t seem to pay me no mind
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| Lord, tell me what can I do?
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| I see people ridin' in Cadilacs
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| My … seems like they’re doin' alright
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| I see people ridin' in big Cadilacs
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| My … seems like they’re doin' alright
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| But I wanna know
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| Oh Lord, I need some food to make it through the night
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| Everybody says it’s gonna be alright after a while
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| I can’t see
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| I’m moaning the blues
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| Lord, they say it’s gonna be alright after a while
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| I can’t feet my own like a baby child
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| I see my caseworker
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| Along the fourth time
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| But for the next three years and a half and forty-four
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| She don’t pay no mind
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| It seems like politics
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| Politics, politics in a world of sin
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| (that's why) early in the morning
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| I’ll be standin' at that welfare line
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| Early in the morning
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| It don’t have to be Monday
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| Any day I do
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| I keep talkin' to my case worker
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| But the governor don’t seem to pay me no mind
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| Oh, I don’t know what I’m gonna do |