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

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

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

Working to the nine
Feels like I'm just time
in this goddamn line
Hell or heaven I'll be

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

Playin' around the toes of
Waiting for the spark free my mind
That'll put unhappiness
Just looking for an exit