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Lord my mother she done told me and my father done told me My father told me too, yeah my mother she done told me And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a mean old town to live in by yourself Yeah, work for a dollar or several thousand, could not save a dime You know I worked for a dollar, or several thousand, man couldn't save a dime Ain't nobody worried and there isn't nobody's crying Yeah, I got my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash Lord I try to get my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash It's those great big smiles to keep us out of that trash So I packed up my suitcase and I move on down, hit that lonesome road You know I packed up my suitcase and I hit that lonesome, move on down I'm still crying to make it when the day was done From Letras Mania