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Slavin'

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

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers that i got the coal shovelin' kid
And in a rickety 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 picked me up for not wearin a dress
And suspended my
If i wore somethin with a strap that was
And i scrubbed up on sink
So now i catch the pacific
And not be too specific, just somewhere up
And get into lumber and slumber i like
And in the spring ride down cheyenne on my bike

I out the window
And i my head out the door
And the was melting so slow...
And the sky was but so gray...

Slavin'
And all for nothin' my
Cookin and washin in the
And startin at
I six boxes of little plastic christmas trees
And put in the leds
On kid toy cell with borg batteries
And then on to the sewing
Stick the on purple t-shirts
And the arms on pull-over for the uk

away
All for you my
And nothin to show for it
nothin to show for it

I could see her lookin in the at me
Wonderin' if it wasn't plain for 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 spent
That she never to get back what that she'd lent

they did have a son
And by the time he was married and i played at his wedding too at trinity
I was choir myself
in the basement twice a week
I demanded be in peak condition
And everything to be going quite well
I got well with the priest...