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All the Labor
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All the labor landed in the sod
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where the digger cried its my calling, sir
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and it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well
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and if they pay me well thats great
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it's just gravy I'd do it anyway
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All the labor stood up and shouted I'll wait for you fun lovin' Minever Cheevy
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with all yer drunken dellusions I am a sensational place
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of comeraderie and pleasure won't you stand with me in your garden once more
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All the labor although it be brick on brick
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stitch on stitch and earn to urn
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a presence on the lift what this great ole nation was built on boy
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outlives the package everyday mama mama everyday
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All the Labor
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