Sittin' alone in the dark,
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Wastin' my time in a park
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'cause I've got nowhere to go.
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Had me a job til the market fell out,
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Tried hard to borrow but there was no help
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Now I've got nowhere to go.
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I need a job for these two hands
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I'm a workin' man
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With nowhere to go
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One last look at my land
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Auctioneer with his gavel in hand
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and he says "it's got to go."
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Worked this peice all my life
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it broke my heart and it took my wife
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Now I've got nothing to show
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I need a job for these two hands
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I'm a workin' man
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with nowhere to go
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Wandered aimless in the city
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with my dirt workin' boots and my old straw hat in hand
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singing a song by Woody Guthrie
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This land is your land; it ain't my land
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I'm a workin' man, with nowhere to go
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I was born to the sunrise
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Breaking back all day
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Now I've got something to say
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I am broke but not broken
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and I am not alone
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cause there's a lot of folks
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with nowhere to go
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Are they ever gonna understand?
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You can't leave a workin' man
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with nowhere to go.
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Are they ever gonna understand?
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You can't leave a workin' man
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with nowhere to go
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Workin' Man
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| Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |
