| Come and sit by me Grace
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| Let me talk to you girl
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| You know I wouldn’t want to hurt you for the world
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| But the more I try
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| Lord, the more it seems to take
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| And I don’t know if I’m gonna make it on what I make
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| The railroad’s out of business
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| And they’re firing at the mine
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| No use at the factory
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| You can’t cross the picket line
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| The farmer’s got machinery
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| And the soldiers are coming home
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| They’re ain’t gonna be much meat left on the bone
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| Come and sit by my side for awhile
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| You know you always won my heart with your smile
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| My manly pride someday it’s bound to break
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| But I don’t how I’m gonna make it on what I make
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| That old north wind
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| Lord, it’s starting to moan
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| See the kids they can feel it in their bones
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| And it’s enough to teach a man to sing the blues
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| A little help is something I could use
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| Come and sit by my side for awhile…
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| Now when you see the preacher
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| Tell him say a prayer for me
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| Tell him I’ve always know what be will be
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| When the morning’s sun’s rising
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| Lord, I’m bound to roll
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| Jesus, won’t you look down upon a helpless soul |
| Come and sit by my side for awhile… |