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

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

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

Working to the nine
like I'm just servin' time
Waitin' in this line
Hell or I'll be fine

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

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