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The Soft Sound of Hard Words Falling Out My Brain

i wish i was borna king
but wishin's jus' fishin
in a pool o' pity --
can't catch nothin' butta damned ol' cold
 
still...
 
i wish i was made o' money
peelin' fitties off my ass
spittin' quarters in the sink
sweatin' silver, shittin' gold
 
'cause
 
jesus lord, i'm tired o' workin
tired o' bustin this ol' tail
tired o' yes sir  
tired o' yes ma'am
tired  
an you can go to hail
Written by javalini
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Author's Note
Hail...that's how we say it down here.
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