岚霭

I wish I was a slave to an age–old trade,
Like rid"in around on railcars and workin long days,
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways

Call it one drink too many
Call it pride of a man
But it make no difference if you sit or you  stand
Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin

Do IT over we and over and over again

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