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Waitin" til my day
That's when I pack these blues away
That's I go to lay down in my grave
be my flyin' day

Wondering what I'm for
Ain't be your lowdown dog no more
Ain't gonna bleach an' scrub kitchen floor
I wonder I'm workin' for

tiny feet for shoes
Didn't have the right to pick 'n
Didn't the freedom I would lose
In making tiny feet for

Working dozen to the
Feels like I'm servin' time
Waitin' in this goddamn
Hell or I'll be fine

nothing in the pan
That's the way life my hand
be my livin' last demand
To get something from this

Playin' around the of time
Waiting for the spark that'll free my
That'll put behind
Just looking for an exit