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

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

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

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

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

Playin' the toes of time
Waiting for the spark free my mind
put unhappiness behind
Just looking for an sign