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I ain't gonna tell nobody (what), 34 have done for me Took my roller, I was broke as I could be They run me from Will Dockery's, Willie Brown, I want your job (sp: Buddy, what's the matter?) I went out and told papa Charlie, I don't want you hangin' round on my job no more Fella, down in the country, it almost make you cry (sp: My God, children!) Women and children flaggin' freight trains for rides Carmen got a little six Buick, big six Chevrolet car (sp: My God, what solid power!) And it don't do nothin' but, follow behind Holloway's farmer's plow (And) it may bring sorrow, Lord, (and) it may bring tears Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, let me see your brand new year From Letras Mania