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Now my mother she done told me and my, ha, father done told me
Grandfather told me too
Yeah, my mother she done told me and my father done told me
Grandfather told me too
It's a mean old town to live in by yourself
Yeah, I worked for a dollar
Could not, ha, save a lousy, could not save a dime
You know I worked for a dollar
Could not, ha, save a lousy, man couldn't save a dime
People ain't nobody worried and there ain't nobody crying
Everybody's got their hands out trying to, get a hold on
Trying to get some of my cash
Everybody's got their hand out trying to a, get a hold on
Trying to get some of my cash
Smiling great big smiles, man, you keep on talking trash
So I packed up my suitcase and I, ha, moved on down the
Hit that lonesome road
You know I packed up my suitcase and I, hit that lonesome
I moved on down the road
I been still trying to make it when the day goes down
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Johnny Winter
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