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Lord I'm sick and tired
of paying all these dues
Cause if you ain't got nothin
you got nothin left to lose
I barely make a livin'
it ain't a blessing it's a curse
No time for myself no time for lovin'
and it just seems to get worse

If you're honest but you ain't born rich
then nothin' comes for free
What's the use of working
when there's nothing left for me
Always a dead end street
no matter which road I choose
Lord when will I ever stop
singing this flat broke blues

I used to have a boyfriend
he was always by my side
I never seemed to please him
no matter how hard I tried
He spent up all my money
and left town with my car
But it ain't got no gas, so I guess
he won't get too far

Now he's got himself a rich girl
and he's back on easy street
she'll give him everything he wants
I know his loving is hard to beat
But she'll end up just like I did
Lord she hasn't got a clue
He's gonna leave that sister singin'
that old flat broke blues

Hard work never did no harm
that's what my daddy used to say
Better to save an honest dollar
than to throw it all away
Don't let desire's evil hand get a hold on you
Cause if you do you'll end up singin'
the flat broke blues

When I had nothing left to take
he had nothing left to give
He broke my heart and broke the bank
now I got no place to live
I got holes in my pockets
and water in my shoes
And now the only song that I can sing
is that old flat broke blues

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