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Beat like a rug, ashed out and club
Well it's all for my betterment
I'll give you a rib, with the marrow dried up
It's not much but a widow's gift
But in the right rays of the sun
If you squint hard enough
There can be only one like it
I'd write you a song, for all men to be one
But I'd sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and I'd gladly be the host
But most often I just hang my head and cry
There's a song beneath the earth
It resides within the dirt
Under the nails of a working man
Drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think
I wish I was in a mood to die
Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink
Sometimes sitting still is better than to try
When you're down in a hole
When your heart's weighed down like gold
There is a hand that can reach you there
Well it's all for my betterment
I'll give you a rib, with the marrow dried up
It's not much but a widow's gift
If you squint hard enough
There can be only one like it
But I'd sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and I'd gladly be the host
But most often I just hang my head and cry
It resides within the dirt
Under the nails of a working man
I wish I was in a mood to die
Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink
Sometimes sitting still is better than to try
When your heart's weighed down like gold
There is a hand that can reach you there
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beat like a rug, ashed out and clubbed well it’s all for my betterment I’ll give you a rib with the marrow dried up it’s not much but a widow’s gift
but in the right rays of the sun if you squint hard enough there can be only one like it
I’d write you a song for all men to be one but I’d sing it from a place of pride I can sing over most and I’d gladly be the host but most often I just hang my head and cry
there’s a song beneath the earth it resides within the dirt under the nails of a workin’ man
drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think I wish I was in a mood to die Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink sometimes sitting still is better than to try
when you’re down in a hole and your heart’s weighed down like gold there is a hand that can reach you there