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You won't need a dime to board in the master's house.You won't need a dime to board in the master's house,'cause he'll sell you a thousand for a hundred and tell you the rest is on loan,'til you try to build a house of your own;you owe every crossbeam and stone.You won't need a dime. You won't need a tool to work in the master's fieldYou won't need a tool to work in the master's field'cause he'll tell you that works beneath you 'til your shirt's hanging off like a sheet.Then suddenly the work of your handsis just keeping out of well-laid plans.You won't need a tool.You won't need a sin to pray in the master's church.You won't need a sin to pray in the master's church.Every reason they give you to fall at their feet and be savedfor wars that their grandfathers waged.How easily the heart of man is tamed.You won't need a sin. You won't need a guide to find the master's doorYou won't need a guide to find the master's doorCause everyone who's gone before you been pounding you down to the floorWhile we were plotting his endHe bought all our land and moved inYou won't need a guide'cause the master rules where the master divides From Letras Mania