I complained that I had no shoes, until I saw a man who had no feet.
(C) Helmut Licht
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HANG ON
My friend I see you down and singing the blues
And every time it rains, it's bringing the news
The odds are stacked against you
No matter how hard you try
Don’t start feelin’ too low, and don’t you start to cry!
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Don't let it get you down
'Cause you ain't got it half as bad
As some folks in this town
Your love has left you, your heart is broken in two
You dragging around with lead soles on your shoes
Life has lost its meaning,
There are dark clouds in the sky
Don’t start feelin’ too low, and don’t you start to cry!
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Don't let it get you down
'Cause you ain't got it half as bad
As some folks in this town
You lost your job, you're looking for something to do
You're knocking on doors 'til your knuckles are black and blue
I'm sorry, we cannot use you,
But thanks for stopping by
Don’t start feelin’ too low, and don’t you start to cry!
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Don't let it get you down
'Cause you ain't got it half as bad
As some folks in this town.
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