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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 wasn't so
From my slavin'

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers that i got from the coal kid
And hitchhiked in a rickety old
Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton 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 my sentence
If i wore with a strap that was pink
And i scrubbed up on somebody's
So now i catch the canadian
And not be too specific, somewhere up north
And get into lumber and slumber when i
And in the ride 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 nothin' my
and washin in the morning
And startin at
I assemble six boxes of plastic christmas trees
And put in the leds
On kid toy cell with borg batteries
And then on to the machine
Stick the on purple 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
if it wasn't plain for everyone to see
Nothin ever seemed to out how it might be
I could see her now that all had gone and went
anything she got was equal what that she'd spent
That she never seemed to get what that she'd lent

they did have a son
And by the time he was married and i played at his too at holy trinity
I was director myself
Rehearsals in the twice a week
I we'd be in peak condition
And everything seemed to be going quite
I got along with the priest...