Hangin' on to every nickel and every dime never had a dollar to call mine
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I gotta work tomorrow just to pay for the day
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Well I worked all that I can stand now I long for the day
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Then I can sleep in my white satin bed with a red velvet pillow for my head
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They'll lower me into my grave with gropes of gold and bread
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And I'll sleep for eternity in my white satin bed
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Well I never had no soft warm bed before just a cold park bench or a boxcar floor
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Thumbin' north to the coal mines or south to cotton fields
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Oh hangin' on it won't be long till I'll know how it feels
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To sleep in my white satin bed...
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Yes I'll sleep for eternity in my white satin bed
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White Satin Bed
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| Buck Owens |
