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I've lived a life but nothin' I've gained |
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Each day I'm full of sorrow and pain |
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No one seems to care enough for poor me, |
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To give me a word of sympathy |
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Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? |
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No father to guide me, no mother to care |
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Must bear my troubles alone |
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Not even a brother to help me share |
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This burden I must bear alone |
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Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? |
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I'm settin' and thinkin' of the days gone by |
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They filled my heart with pain |
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I'm too weak to stand and too strong to cry |
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But I'm forgittin' it all in vain |
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Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? |
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I've traveled and wandered almost everywhere |
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To git a little joy from life |
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Still I've gained nothin' but wars and despairs |
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Still strugglin' in this world of strife |
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Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? |