| Tom johnston
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| I been workin the whole day long
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| On these railroad ties singin a sad, sad song
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| Down the track is a bad way to live
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| The boss mans whip is all hes got to give
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| And late at night in the twilight of the south
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| They put you in a cell and let the bulldogs out
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| The old cat down the way
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| Well hes singin out the blues
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| cause hes got no one back home
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| Oh, somebody sighed
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| Next day comes they send you back out on the track
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| All that sweat be drippin down off your back
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| Everybodys singin a workin mans song
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| Hopin they dont have to feel the whip on their bone
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| The water boy slowly works his way around
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| A bucket full of swamp water weighin him down
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| Old squezer walker just fell out on the ground
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| And theyre draggin his body away
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| Oh, my, my, my Well, theres talk around camp
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| That theres gonna be a fight
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| Old razor face and willie black
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| The meanest dudes in sight
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| Ones got a razor and the others got a knife
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| But only ones gonna walk out alive
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| Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here
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| Cant stand no more
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| This place is gonna be the death of me Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
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| Theres only one way that its every gonna be Thats when the angels come and take me away
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| Well, now
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| Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here
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| Cant stand no more
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| This place is gonna be the death of me Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
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| Theres only one way that its every gonna be Thats when the angels come and take me away
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| Well, now |