| I been working so hard my back’s near broke
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| My brows are wet, my throat’s a-choke
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| You sent me here for ten long years
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| I miss my whiskey, I miss my beer
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| Well in my arm there’s a dreadful pain
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| It’s hard digging ditches with a ball and chain
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| I been working so hard my back’s near broke
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| My brows are wet, my throat’s a-choke
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| You sent me here for ten long years
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| I miss my whiskey, I miss my beer
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| Ain’t seen a gal since I don’t know when
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| And the way you treat me won’t see one again
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| You can beat me
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| You can try to break me
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| Still I’ll say to you
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| You’ll never break my spirit
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| When my body’s black and blue
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| Well in my arm there’s a dreadful pain
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| It’s hard digging ditches with a ball and chain
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| You broke my back 'cause I spat on a guard
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| That don’t make me no better, that just makes me hard
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| Your water it stinks 'cause it comes from a bog
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| And the food you serve me ain’t fit for a dog
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| Well, you can beat me
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| You can try to break me
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| But still I’ll say to you
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| You’ll never break my spirit
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| When my body’s black and blue |