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Guttermouth God Steve Mcqueen The Work Song

a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work I love to work, work, work, work, work, work America A country carried on the back of the working

a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work I love to work, work, work, work, work, work America A country carried on the back of the working