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30 days of traveling
In Whitville, Tennessee
Got 3 dollars in my pocket
Got 3 kids to feed
My sign says
I will work for food
My eyes say I'm in'A working kind of mood
I'm broke, no skill
So hard to live this way
Looking like I do I can't
Seem to get the time of day9 to 5 at Scotia
Down at the mill
For half as much money
I've seen a better man killed
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