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

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

Making tiny feet for
Didn't have the right to 'n choose
know the freedom I would lose
In tiny feet for shoes

Working dozen to the
Feels like I'm just servin'
Waitin' in goddamn line
Hell or heaven I'll be

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

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