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Slavin'

Slavin'
All for you my
And nothin to show for it
Cept my dusty old book of pictures
A dusty old
me a story
Bout how i so tired
From my away

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers that i got from the shovelin' kid
And hitchhiked in a old ford
Hitchhiked in a old norton side car
Down roads
In the purrin' rain, as the put it
On up to st.
On a day in the middle of the fall

And they me up for not wearin a dress
And suspended my
If i wore somethin with a strap was pink
And i scrubbed up on somebody's
So now i the canadian pacific
And not be too specific, just somewhere up
And get into and slumber when i like
And in the spring ride into cheyenne on my bike

I looked out the
And i stuck my head out the
And the snow was so slow...
And the sky was but so gray...

away
And all for my love
and washin in the morning
And startin at
I assemble six of little plastic christmas trees
And put in the leds
On kid toy cell phones borg batteries
And then on to the machine
Stick the labels on purple
And the arms on pull-over for the uk

away
All for you my
And i've nothin to for it
nothin to show for it

I could see her lookin in the at me
if it wasn't plain for everyone to see
Nothin ever to turn out how it might be
I could see her now that all had gone and went
That anything she got was equal what that she'd
she never seemed to get back what that she'd lent

Anyway they did a son
And by the time he was and i played at his wedding too at holy trinity
I was choir myself
Rehearsals in the basement a week
I demanded we'd be in condition
And everything seemed to be quite well
I got well with the priest...