Welfare line    (video)

 

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1. Well, now, boys, I've been to Bethlehem,

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    rode there on a big steam train,

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    lost two fingers in the steel mills,

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    and I ain't goin' back again.

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    I fought for my country,

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    Lord knows, I did my best,

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    crawlin' 'cross some foreign field,

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    they pinned a ribbon to my chest.

 

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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times,

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night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, here on the welfare line !

 

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3. Served on the Georgia Road Gang,

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    couldn't pay the debts I owed,

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    'cause I ain't made of silver,

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    and I ain't never seen no gold.

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    I still remember Rachel,

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    soft as a velvet gown,

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    they layed her in the pauper's grave

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    on the other side of town.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times,

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night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, here on the welfare line !

 

+  instrumental = verse 3

 

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3. Now some folks are born to money,

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    you know I wish them well,

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    if the devil should ever want my soul,

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    I swear that I'd never sell.

 

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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times,

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night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, here on the welfare line !

 

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Pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times,

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night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, here on the welfare line !

 

    (Highwaymen)