Key: Db major•
Verse 1
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All day
on the
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Not even a dog hoist to trot by my side
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And boil my own coffee
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I wash in the pool and I sleep on a sack,
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back.
For want of an oven
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And sleep on the ground for want of a cot.
My books are the brooks,
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on his pulpit of bones.
And then if my cooking's
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You can't blame me for wanting to eat
My books teach me ever
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I should not des pise.
My parson remarks from
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Some lucky fellow may call her his bride.
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My friends gently hint I am coming to grief,
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and women have beef.
But why, it is I can ne 'er
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understand,
For each of the patriarchs
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Abraham emigrated in search of a range
Outro 1
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDb Gb Ab Bbm
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