Well although I've labored most of my days
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I truly enjoy the work
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But not too much I really must say
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On my roving I won't shirk
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Well everyone has fear and pain
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And a lot of folks fear the dole
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Work'll scramble your mind
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It'll scramble your brain
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But also will the dole
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Well everyone has fear and pain
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And most folks fear the dole
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But I'd rather be lying at home beside
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The true love that I know
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And the friends I love the most
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Oh the memory of the open road
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And the first mountain you saw
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As your small eyes stood looking down
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Did you ever fear the dole?
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Oh in agony I'd pray for my workday to end
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And I'd find myself relieved each day and month and year
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And soon enough I know I'll find myself that day
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Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here
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Well if we're loved then they'll let us come home
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Or in time they may let us go
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And we need no extreme paradigm
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Contented in our minds
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For contentment's just inside
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So as we roll on throughout time
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I will wonder what's on your mind
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For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry
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But so will the dole in time
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But so will being broke in time
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The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover
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The Tossers |