| I was born during the hard
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| Depression day, oh, my Lord
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| In July, in South Georgia
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| Where the sun was hot in a blaze
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| My folk was share cropper
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| At the end of the year, we had nothing
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| We had nothing, we had nothing but grass hoppers
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| Looking back over my life
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| Oh, Lord, I’m so depressed
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| Help me, somebody, I need some rest
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| Oh, Lord, I’m so depressed
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| Every boy needs a girl, every girl needs a boy
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| I’m a boy so full of love
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| I have no one to hold my hand
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| Tell me, how long must I wander
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| Tell me, how long must I cry
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| Will there be someone, someone to wipe
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| Dry the tear from my eye
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| Come on, baby, rub my head
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| Rub my head while I lay down in my bed
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| Kiss, kiss me, kiss me, baby
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| 'Til I feel alright, 'til I feel alright
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| Oh, looking back over my life
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| Oh, Lord, I’m so depressed
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| Help me, somebody, I need some rest
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| Oh, Lord, I’m so depressed
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| Oh, Lord, I’m so depressed |