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Drifting Through The Days
GSitting in the Cevening Gdreaming of the Cold times GWhen a job was Bmthere for the Amsteady Dand Cstrong GI see old Cfaces Gflickering in the Cfirelight GFaces of conBmdemned men Amwho did Dno Cwrong
CDrifting Bmthrough the Cdays, drifting Bmthrough the Cdays A man needs work for his own salvation A man feels reward for his sweat and his pain But life's satisfaction has passed us over And many in this town won't see work again
Drifting through the days, drifting through the days I've stood at the gates of a hundred factories Walked off to other towns looking for pay Now my hope is gone and I'm crushed like the others The army of forgotten men, mouldering away Drifting through the days, drifting through the days Drifting through the days by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com