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Steal in my lungs and sleep on my tongue.
Lunch in a paper sack,
Grease on my cuffs; I wear it like a badge.
I bowed my back for years,
Sweat on the floor and salt in my tears.
Still, when the whistle blows, I walk out proud,
Even if nobody knows.
Lord, you see what I carry: the bills, the aches, the worry.
Lunch in a paper sack,
Grease on my cuffs; I wear it like a badge.
I bowed my back for years,
Sweat on the floor and salt in my tears.
Still, when the whistle blows, I walk out proud,
Even if nobody knows.
Lord, you see what I carry: the bills, the aches, the worry.