| They say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man
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| Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man
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| I don’t care what time it is
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| I want what’s mine and not what’s his
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| I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
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| They say there’s not near enough here to go around
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| They say there’s not near enough here to go around
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| I don’t mind sharin' bread and supper
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| But when it comes to tobacco it’s each man’s own
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| And if you brought your own bottle
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| Come on and sit right down
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| Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
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| Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
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| Don’t go home and slash your wrists
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| Come out fightin' with both your fists
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| I know you don’t believe me
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| But things sure could turn around
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| Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
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| Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
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| Sometimes I get to movin' and I fall down flat
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| You know you I took a beatin' but I ain’t dyin' yet
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| Something keeps me gettin' up and coming back for more
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| Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man
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| Yeah they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man
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| I don’t care what time it is
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| I want what’s mine and not what’s his
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| I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
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| I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands |