Boiled In Lead - Bring It Round Lyrics

The Foreman Keeps Me Working Here For Half A Buck A Day
if I Didn`t Need The Exercise I`d Up And Walk Away.
i`d Write Home And Tell `em About This Life Of Mine
but I`m Too Busy Counting Days And Trying To Walk The Line.
Bring It Round, Bring It Round,
One More Time So I Can See Your Face
Sitting In My Favorite Place
Make A Home Where I Can Stay
Find Somewhere That I Can Lay Me Down
Bring It Round.
the Sun Goes Down Another Day Comes Back Up Again
hasn`t Got A Dollar, Hasn`t Got A Friend.
old Hannah Talks To Me, Leaves Me Feeling Fine
lying On The Roadway And Lighting Up The Line.
(chorus)
hear The Hammers Pounding, Hear The Foreman Yell
`you Don`t Load Up Sixteen Tons, I`ll Make Your Hours Hell.`
but The Days Flow By Like Water, Now The Water`s Turned To Wine
you Could Charge A Dollar For A Drink All Along The Line.

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