Let's go a drownin in the po man's river
written by J. Trole Taylor
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Misering down to a hole in the water my back porch had fallen down raising up an empty cup and failing in the wind blood and water soaked the bread that ate up my last dime shark-infested cities of the blind swing that hammer mine that coal shovel me into the ground poor man's sweat has built that river runnin through an empty town dead-end whiskey butane empire feed the fire and starve the soul everybody's patching glory Legacy of Hell hold me over till tomorrow rain of every kind rusted all the fragments of my mind swing that hammer mine that coal nestle me into the ground poor man's sweat has built that river runnin through an empty town swing that hammer mine that coal won't you shovel me into the ground poor man's sweat has built that river runnin through an empty town I'm on my way I'm on my way
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