Waitin" til my dyin´ day
That is when I pack these tired blues away
That is when I go to lay down in my grave
That´ll be my flyin´ day
Wondering what i am workin´ for
Aint going to be your lowdown dog no more
Aint going to bleach an´ scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what I am workin´ for
Making tiny feet for shoes
Didn´t have the right to pick ´n choose
Didn´t know the freedom I´d lose
In making tiny feet for shoes
Working dozen to the nine
Feels like I am just servin´ time
Waitin´ in this goddamn line
Hell or heaven I will be fine
Cookin´ nothing in the pan
that is the way life dealt my hand
That´ll be my livin´ last demand
To get smth from this land
Playin´ around the toes of time
Waiting for the spark that´ll free my mind
that´ll put unhappiness behind
Just looking for an exit sign
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