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

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

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

dozen to the nine
Feels I'm just servin' time
Waitin' in goddamn line
or heaven I'll be fine

Cookin' in the pan
That's the way life dealt my
That'll be my livin' last
To get something from land

Playin' the toes of time
Waiting for the spark that'll free my
That'll put unhappiness
Just for an exit sign