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Lyrics: 
 I walked all day tryin to find me work,
 I must have knocked on one hundred doors.
 Would have swallowed my pride for some money,
 And be satisfied sweepin' the floors.
 
 Mr. Government-man.
 Mr. Silver-and-gold.
 Mr. Bustin'-my-ass.
 Mr. All-you-can-hold.
 
 I spent last night a sleep on a park bench,
 'til a cop came and moved me along.
 Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody,
 Yes he told me to go.
 
 Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer,
 Not now or maybe then.
 Well me time is runnin' out on me people, yes me people.
 If you're down and without a friend.
 
 Yeah, yeah. 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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