| A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
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| Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
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| His parents give him love and affection
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| To keep him strong moving in the right direction
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
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| His father works some days for fourteen hours
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| And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
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| His mother goes to scrub the floor for many
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| And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah
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| His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty
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| Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
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| To walk to school she's got to get up early
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| Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum
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| Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
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| His patience's long but soon he won't have any
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| To find a job is like a haystack needle
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| Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city...
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| Living just enough...
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| For the city...ooh, ooh |