| Man gets born
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| into the world
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| spends his whole time
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| lookin' for a girl
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| he wants to get married
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| take himself a wife
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| you can hear him say on his wedding day
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| all that trouble and strife cuts you like a knife
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| buys himself a home
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| four square walls
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| he wants to call his own
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| he gets himself a mortgage
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| and lots of trouble and strife
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| you can hear him say, everyday
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| That trouble and strife cuts you like a knife
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| He goes to work each day on the crowded factory floor
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| just to keep his wife in style like the folks that live next door
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| he comes home at half past six,
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| he can’t take nomore
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| what’s he doing it for?
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| Man grows old
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| leaving behind
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| his good woman to cry
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| she looks after his children
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| like the faithful wife
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| you can hear her say now her man’s away
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| all that trouble and strife cuts you like a knife |