We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Chorus Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what's it like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby

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