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Gotta keep my hands busy or they'll make a noose
And lately I don't have anything to lose
Work away the flesh, work away the bone
Work dawn to dusk hoping to atone
I've got so many sins to work away
Working off these sins every single day
If my hands stop moving then my head will start
Then it won't be long til I lose my heart
Gotta bend over! (Bend over!)
Or today will be my last
The lord and the company own my ass
No hope for future! (No future!)
No time for the past
It's the curse of the working class
Got a hunch in my back, knees hurt when it rains
Gotta a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain
We were meant for more than slaving birth til death
Believing that god says we are his blessed
Gotta bend over! (Bend over!)
Or today will be my last
The lord and the company own my ass
No hope for the future! (No future!)
No time for the past
It's the curse of the working class
So pass me the shovel and pass me the flask
I'll dig my own grave for the company brass
I'll give my every breath, right down to the last
Cause no one survives the curse of the working class
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This Land is Your Land
03:28
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As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking I saw a sign there
And the sign said "No Trespassing"
But on the other side it didn't say nothing
That side was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
This land was made for you and me
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking that freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back now
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city
In the shadow of the steeple
At the relief office I see my people
Some were asking, some were wondering
If this land is still made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
This land was made for you and me
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