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Slavin'

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

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 roads
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 suspended my
If i wore somethin with a that was pink
And i up on somebody's sink
So now i catch the canadian
And not be too specific, just somewhere up
And get into lumber and when i like
And in the spring ride into cheyenne on my bike

I out the window
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
Cookin and in the morning
And at 9:25
I assemble six boxes of little plastic christmas
And put in the blue
On kid toy cell phones with batteries
And on to the sewing machine
Stick the on purple t-shirts
And the arms on jumpers for the uk

Slavin'
All for you my
And i've to show for it
I've nothin to 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 doubting now that all had and went
That she got was equal what that she'd spent
That she never seemed to get back that she'd lent

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