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Slavin'

Slavin'
All for you my
And i've to show for it
Cept my old book full of pictures
A dusty old
me a story
Bout how i wasn't so
From my slavin'

I ran off
Put on corduroy that i got from the coal shovelin' kid
And hitchhiked in a rickety old
Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton car
Down strange
In the rain, as the poet put it
On up to st.
On a day in the middle of the fall

And they picked me up for not wearin a
And suspended my
If i wore somethin with a that was pink
And i up on somebody's sink
So now i catch the pacific
And not be too specific, just up north
And get into lumber and when i like
And in the spring down into cheyenne on my bike

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

away
And all for my love
Cookin and washin in the
And at 9:25
I assemble six boxes of plastic christmas trees
And put in the blue
On kid toy phones with borg batteries
And on to the sewing machine
Stick the labels on t-shirts
And the arms on jumpers for the uk

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

I could see her lookin in the at me
Wonderin' if it wasn't plain for to see
ever seemed to turn out how it might be
I could see her doubting now all had gone and went
anything she got was equal what that she'd spent
That she never seemed to get back what that 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 director
Rehearsals in the basement a week
I demanded we'd be in peak
And everything seemed to be quite well
I got well with the priest...