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

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

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

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

Cookin' in the pan
That's the way dealt my hand
be my livin' last demand
To get something from this

Playin' around the of time
Waiting for the spark that'll my mind
That'll put unhappiness
looking for an exit sign