We'll sing hallelujah

by Richard Thompson

A man is like a rusty wheel
On a rusty cart
He sings his song as he rattles along
and then he falls apart.

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And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears

A man is like a briar
He covers himself with thorns
He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down
And his clothes are ragged and torn

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A man is like a three string fiddle
Hanging up on the wall.
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't play at all.

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A man is like his father
Wishes he never was born.
He longs for the time when the clock will chime
And he's dead for evermore.

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