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He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter
He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter
all
From daylight to dusk we've been a working in the dust
Picking cotton working side by side
Now I can't forget yes I remember yet the way dad
cruel
Poor hard done by you
So tell me that I'm blind
To let my heart go rule my mind
It's cruel
Poor hard done by you

Well I've been working
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand. 
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never
(Little Rosa was her name and still I cry in vain
My world won't be the same since she's gone from me)

I have gone to visit the grave of a friend
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
That gasoline's in short supply
The rising cost of getting by.

But I believe in
on with you and me
Is a good thing
It's true, I believe in you

I don't believe virginity
Is as common as it used to be
In working days and sleeping
(Little Rosa was her name and still I cry in vain
My world won't be the same since she's gone from me)

I have gone to visit the grave of a friend
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
That gasoline's in short supply
The rising cost of getting by.

But I believe in
any too clean

I put on my brakes
And I opened my door
I could tell he was a bum
By the muddy boot he wore
He said I'm going down to Haskell
Got
all of his life
So don't take it for granted say grandfather's immigrant eyes

Now he rocks and stares out the window
But his eyes are still just
to seeing you go in the morning
And even supper by myself

Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world
He lets you drive his sporty new Camaro
to seeing you go in the morning
And even supper by myself

Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world
He lets you drive his sporty new Camaro
Touching down how I climb
Balancing dreams that he's chosen
Northern lights on [?]
Melting stream that was frozen

Passing cars with rusted
The lost become chosen, and I fall to my knees

I'm forgiven by a Savior who did not deserve death
He was blameless and I was lost in shamefulness
the liar, he speaks for me, a man
Oh to try, conspire, believing that I can
And reach into your heart
To pull it out
Find out what the beating's all about
used to be. 
In working days and sleeping nights,
That black is black and white is white. 
That Superman and Robin Hood,
Are still alive in
And everyone would say he's quite a guy.

I hate working it's so stupid.
I'd much rather not have to do it.
If you really love me honey,
Get another job
still in school?
I love you honey
 
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
Written by stevie nicks.
And he says, "what do you love to do?
Outside your world,
Who spends timewith you?
Whom do you love when you're not