| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| Grow up, get a job, and cut that hair.
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| Run off, join the army for all they care,
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| Or bring a blanket; |
| it gets awfully cold
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| When you can’t afford the heat and you’re sleepin' alone.
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| Love living life from couch to couch;
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| Thought myself content living hand to mouth.
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| But when everything you own fits in a single bag,
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| No matter how light the load, it tends to drag.
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| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| Momma said there’d be days like this
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| But she’s been too late too much this year.
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| (Momma said, Momma said)
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| Waking up when I was going to sleep before;
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| Bars are closing, I’m already out the door.
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| No semblance of stability
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| On old runner’s legs in doubt.
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| I still even have the ability
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| To run this race without
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| My sacrifice… Recognize…
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| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| I make junk mail for The Man
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| Soon I’ll be inking up your hands
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| While you toss away my work
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| Machines whir and I make plans
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| I make junk mail for The Man
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| I’ve been inking up your hands
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| While your sacrifice goes unrecognized…
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| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| While the years are still on my side,
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| My back is strong, my eyes are wide.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride.
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| I want the work I do to be a bigger point of pride. |