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Slavin'

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

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers i got from the coal shovelin' kid
And in a rickety old ford
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 picked me up for not wearin a dress
And my sentence
If i wore with a strap that was pink
And i up on somebody's sink
So now i catch the pacific
And not be too specific, somewhere up north
And get lumber and slumber when i like
And in the ride down into cheyenne on my bike

I looked out the
And i stuck my out the door
And the was melting so slow...
And the sky was but so gray...

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

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

I could see her in the mirror at me
Wonderin' if it wasn't for everyone to see
Nothin ever seemed to turn out how it be
I could see her doubting now that all had gone and
That anything she got was equal what that spent
That she seemed to get back what that she'd lent

Anyway did have a son
And by the time he was married and i played at his wedding too at trinity
I was choir director
Rehearsals in the basement twice a
I demanded we'd be in condition
And everything to be going quite well
I got along with the priest...