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I've lead a lifetime fightin' this land |
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Workin' for nothin' with these dry, callused hands |
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And I'm a slave to the sun, it ain't cuttin' me no slack |
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Gets me beggin' whenever I look back |
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Ain't no glory in this livin' |
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Ain't no runnin' from your sins |
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I hope there's angels where I'm goin' |
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Ain't no angels where I've been |
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Three generations countin' on me |
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To work this farm keep it in the family |
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Well, I've done all I can but it's past becomin' clear |
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That I can't hold out much longer here |
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Ain't no glory in this livin' |
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Ain't no runnin' from your sins |
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I hope there's angels where I'm goin' |
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Ain't no angels where I've been |
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Ain't no glory in this livin' |
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Ain't no runnin' from your sins |
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I hope there's angels where I'm goin' |
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Ain't no angels where I've been |
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Ain't no angels where I've been |
