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Back when I had a jobThey've got machines doing what I used to do, making cars that no one can work on anymore, This is still the land of the free, yea it's true, but there's a number growing from shore to shore, I ain't got no money mister, I ain't got no job. I used to look down on people like me. I don't have no fancy clothes and I'm looking like a slob, but when I lost my job I lost some of my dignity, So I will work for food, or you can give what you can, but I'd rather work, 'cause I'm a man. There's no more bass club, and I sure miss my friend Bob, but that was back then, back then when I had a job. I've got a wife and two kids, and another on the way, But the bankers never cry, if the mortgage you can't pay. The Salvation Army might be the salvation of me, I don't cry in front of the little ones, I don't want them to see. "Excuse me mister, I know it's late, but no one had work today and my kids just can't wait. I need some money just to keep 'em fed. No I can't pay you back, but if there's a God in heaven he will bless you so he said." I ain't got no money mister, I ain't got no job. Please don't look down on someone like me. I'm not a wino even though I'm looking like a slob, but when I lost my job I lost some of my dignity, So I will work for food, or you can give what you can, but I'd rather work, 'cause there's still pride in this man. The tears don't pay no bills, but I still want to sob, 'cause I remember back then, back then when I had a job. "Thanks anyway mister."
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