| One step forward and two steps back
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| Been carrying them bricks upon my back
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| Bossman told me you ain’t getting paid
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| 'til the house is built and the bricks are laid
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| It’s made out of wood, made out of stone
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| I’m building that man a fancy home
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| That’s the way it is let me tell you jack
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| It’s one step forward and two steps back
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| Working man he got a row to hoe
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| He’s up in the morning and down the road
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| Carry them bricks and carry that stone
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| Making that man a fancy home
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| Rich man he don’t work no more
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| Talks on the phone to his stockbroker
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| That’s the way it is let me tell you jack
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| It’s one step forward and two steps back
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| Well I’m not a thinking man you see
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| And I’m not looking for no sympathy
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| But one of these days I’ll get my fill
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| Be down the road and over the hill
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| I won’t carry them bricks again
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| And I won’t do it for any man
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| If I use my brain instead of my back
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| I’ll be two steps forward and one step back
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| That’s the way it is let me tell you jack
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| It’s one step forward and two steps back |