| Things ain’t looking bad,
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| sure it ain’t looking sad.
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| I said things ain’t looking bad,
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| sure it ain’t looking sad.
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| You know the dollar ain’t what it used to be and my car don’t run out of gas.
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| I’m gonna move, way away from the ghetto.
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| I’m gonna move, way away from the ghetto.
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| You know I can hardly eat,
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| can’t even buy a sack of potatoes.
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| I got a job making good money
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| and it just ain’t enough to go around.
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| My job paid good money,
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| but it ain’t enough to go around — not these days.
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| While I got things to do,
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| I better move to another town.
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| It ain’t looking bad,
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| sure it ain’t looking real sad.
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| It’s looking bad,
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| things sure ain’t looking sad,
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| may it is the worst old President
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| that we’ve ever had.
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| It’s looking real bad,
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| these are the worst times I’ve ever had.
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| It’s looking real sad,
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| the worst things I’ve ever had.
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| You know this thing we got for a President,
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| I think he knows he’s evil bad.
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| He ain’t for the poor man,
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| sometime he’s for the rich.
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| We know he ain’t for the poor man,
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| maybe he is for the rich,
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| but if we do right,
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| he don’t know which is which.
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| He got it damn,
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| worst things we’ve ever had.
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| He got it bad,
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| worst things we’ve ever had.
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| Well, I don’t know what to do,
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| for the world it is real sad.
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| Play my guitar before I sell it.
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| You know the dollar ain’t what it used to be,
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| my car don’t run out of gas.
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| You know the dollar ain’t what it used to be,
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| and my car don’t run out of gas.
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| You know these are the worst old times that we’ve ever had. |