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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
be my flyin' day

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

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

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

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

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