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DmWell here is your left hand and there is your right AYears from driving nails and railroad spikes DThat hammers heavy, Gwhat does it weigh Aand a hard working man Dmswings one every day
DThere is your right hand and here is your left AThey both put the good years to home, that you can bet DmWritting them songs and Gplaying on em strings AThinking about the good stuff, iDmts gunna bring
AYes its bad, Dmwhen you aint at home AMany miles from Dma paid telephone GNo one even know my name DmAnd all you despise and be the same
DmWell here comes the mailman and there goes your bills AThey pill up all your promises to capital hill DRegardless what you work at Gyou do tend to this thing AThey promise you a good life, Dmman you aint still seen one
DWell it aint still bad, wDmhen you aint at home AMany miles from Dma paid telephone GSomeday theyll all know your name DmAnd all you despise and be the same
DmWell now, here is your left, lift and hold it in a fist ACover up that ass you have written on your chest DmYoure only here a moment and GI know who you are AEven if youve become some big ol Dmsuperstar
AYes its bad, wDmhen you aint at home AEverywhere you go you Dmalways feel alone GYou all dont even know my name DmAnd all you despise and be the same
DmWell here is your left hand and there is your right AYears from driving nails and railroad spikes DmThat hammers heavy, wGhat does it weigh AA hard working man swiDmngs one everyday
AYes its bad, wDmhen you aint at home AEverywhere you go you alDmways feel alone GYou all dont even know my name DmAnd all you despise and be the same DmAnd all you despise and be the same