
The Hand That Feeds The Crane Wives
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[Verse 1]
I've seen good men spoiled
Chained to their jobs like hounds
They work and sleep and work again
In the darkest nights they howl
Their cries are a warning
To everyone following
No man should stand to work all of his days
And have nothing at the end of them
[Chorus]
I got no money but the change
That jingles in my pockets
Reminding me how little I have
And as for time I am
Powerless to stop it
It keeps rambling on like a mad, wandering man
[Verse 2]
My papa was a howlin' man
Traded in his youth
Sold his dreams and all of his days
For the great American ruse
And my dear papa gave me
Lessons in regret
He said all that he'd done would be for nothing
If I followed in his steps
I've seen good men spoiled
Chained to their jobs like hounds
They work and sleep and work again
In the darkest nights they howl
Their cries are a warning
To everyone following
No man should stand to work all of his days
And have nothing at the end of them
[Chorus]
I got no money but the change
That jingles in my pockets
Reminding me how little I have
And as for time I am
Powerless to stop it
It keeps rambling on like a mad, wandering man
[Verse 2]
My papa was a howlin' man
Traded in his youth
Sold his dreams and all of his days
For the great American ruse
And my dear papa gave me
Lessons in regret
He said all that he'd done would be for nothing
If I followed in his steps
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