| Well I woke up this morning
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| And I made a resolution
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| I said, «I'm never going to sing
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| Another sad song again.»
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| I decided I’d admit it
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| I am not an intellectual
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| No the words, they never come easy
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| Unless I’m singing them
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| And the hills that I was born in
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| Will never leave me
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| No matter how hard I try
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| And then my brother was murdered
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| While my father was in prison
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| And the girl that I sometimes loved
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| Up and moved away
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| And my body filled up with blackness
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| And the darkness, it wanted to drown me
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| And I heard my father’s footsteps catching up to me
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| And he took me by the shoulders
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| And he said, «Son, my hands are strong
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| But I hope you have the strength to shake us free
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| Shake us free, boy
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| Shake us free, my son
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| You’d better shake us free.»
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| And now I’m lying in a van
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| In Chicago in the springtime
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| And the rain outside that’s falling
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| Sounds just like popcorn
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| But before I open my eyes
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| I think I’ll make this resolution
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| 'No, I’m never going to sing another
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| Sad song for as long as I live!'
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| And the light coming through the window
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| Is making everything glow
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| And he took me by the shoulders and he said
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| «Son, I know my hands are strong
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| But I hope you have the strength
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| To shake us free
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| Shake us free
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| Shake us free
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| Shake us free, my son!»
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| I made a resolution
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| I made a resolution
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| I made a resolution
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| I made a resolution |