| I’ve lead a lifetime fightin’this land
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| Workin’for nothin with these dry, callused hands
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| I’m a slave to the sun, It ain’t cuttin’me no slack
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| Gets me beggin’whenever I look back
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| Ain’t no glory in this livin'
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| Ain’t no runnin’from your sins
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| I hope there’s angels where I’m goin'
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| Ain’t no angels where I’ve been
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| Three generations countin’on me To work this farm keep it in the family
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| Well, I’ve done all I can and it’s past becomin’clear
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| That I can’t hold out much longer here
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| Ain’t no glory in this livin'
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| Ain’t no runnin’from your sins
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| I hope there’s angels where I’m goin'
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| Ain’t no angels where I’ve been
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| Ain’t no glory in this livin'
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| Ain’t no runnin’from your sins
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| I hope there’s angels where I’m goin'
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| Ain’t no angels where I’ve been
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| Ain’t no angels where I’ve been |