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Your Daughters and Your Sons (The Duhks) · Daughters of Water, Sons of the Sea (Jesse Boggs) · First Families of Country: Sons & Daughters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Weak and Powerless/Blue (A Perfect Circle) · The Powerless Rise (As I Lay Dying) · Powerless Rise [Deluxe] (As I Lay Dying) · Psychic...Powerless...Another Man's Sac (Butthole Surfers) · Powerless (Say What You Want) (Nelly Furtado) – and 90 other albums »


a breed 
You're signed in blood 
I'm a poor man's son, workin' all night long 
Got a bad guitar and a simple song 
You're a rich man's daughter 
You're
a breed 
you're signed in blood 
I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long 
Got a bad guitar and a simple song 
you're a rich man's daughter 
You're
disabled individuals 
The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
arms sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive sons
to live my life

'Cause I can't stop the war
Shelter homeless, feed the poor
I can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change
except when we happen to meet
Daughter, baby daughter

Poisoned all the neighbors chickens
Daughter hadn't oughter 
Least until she could run like
except when we happen to meet
Daughter, baby daughter

Poisoned all the neighbors chickens
Daughter hadn't oughter 
Least until she could run like
too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan the daughter of a wealthy wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
And said I
sit down and tell my mama
And that no way for me to get along

These low-down women, mama, they treated your, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
disabled individuals 
The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
, the sons... tradition

(Daughters)
And who does mama teach
To mend and tend and fix
Preparing me to marry
Whoever papa picks?

(All)
The daughters
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter,
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler.
We were poor but we had love, 
That's the one thing that
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love,
That's the one thing that daddy made
holds.
Relish by catastrophe in battled by deceit, forfeit what is right for wrong to fall from his grace and the sight of his son.
Ravaged by
disabled individuals 
The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter,
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler.
We were poor but we had love, 
That's the one thing that
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter,
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler.
We were poor but we had love, 
That's the one thing that
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter,
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler.
We were poor but we had love, 
That's the one thing that
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love,
That's the one thing that daddy made
poor hungry man
Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man

Sun in the sky hurts my eye
Mouth all dry, may God help me
Wait by the road, man don't come
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love,
That's the one thing that daddy made
disabled individuals 
The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling 
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
except when we happen to meet
Daughter, baby daughter

Poisoned all the neighbors chickens
Daughter hadn't oughter 
Least until she could run like