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

Wondering what I'm for
Ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no
Ain't bleach 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 the freedom I would lose
In tiny feet for shoes

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

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

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