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Created on: August 26, 2009 Last Updated: August 30, 2009
I've been a working man every since I could walk,
it ain't a hard luck story just the way I was taught.
Work for what I'm needing and save for what I want,
taking care of my family is the number one thought.
Summer heat or freezing rain these hands are all I've got,
keeping them hard at work keeps supper in the pot.
Some times I feel like giving up but the feeling doesn't stay,
I get my strength right back into me when my family hugs me
at the end of the day.,
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