| You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house
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| You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house
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| 'Cause he’ll sell you a thousand for a hundred and tell you the rest is on loan
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| 'Til you try to build a house of your own;
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| You owe every crossbeam and stone
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| You won’t need a dime
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| You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field
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| You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field
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| 'Cause he’ll tell you that works beneath you 'til your shirt’s hanging off like
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| a sheet
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| Then suddenly the work of your hands
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| Is just keeping out of well-laid plans
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| You won’t need a tool
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| You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church
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| You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church
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| Every reason they give you to fall at their feet and be saved
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| For wars that their grandfathers waged
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| How easily the heart of man is tamed
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| You won’t need a sin
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| You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door
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| You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door
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| Cause everyone who’s gone before you been pounding you down to the floor
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| While we were plotting his end
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| He bought all our land and moved in
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| You won’t need a guide
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| 'Cause the master rules where the master divides |