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Everything They Told Me
words & music © by Geoff Bartley 1992
Published by Joshua Omar's Music BMI
All Rights Reserved
I'm gonna quit this job and I ain't gonna work no more
I'm gonna quit this job and I ain't gonna work no more
Big man makes the money, poor man rakes the yard
Big man's money works all year round, nobody works that hard*
Everything they told me was a lie
If you love your baby best treat her nice and kind
If you love your baby best treat her nice and kind
You're workin' all week for a paycheck, goes through your hands like a sieve
Tell me how can an honest man stand such times and live**
Everything they told me was a lie
You don't love your baby let her find someone who will
You don't love your baby let her find someone who will
And if you don't wanna work for a livin', there ain't a lot of ways around
'Cause the fix won't work for the poor man, that's the way the game goes down
Everything they told me was a lie
I got up this morning, then I lay back down
I got up this morning, then I lay back down
I'm tired of being a chump man, I can show you some of that stuff
But I'm keepin' my head down, Buddy, they tell me those boys play rough
Everything they told me was a lie
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