HOMELESS BLUES

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                  I don't have a dime.  A situation not fine.

                     I don't have a dollar.

    It makes me want to scream and hollar.

                     This is the end.  I've got no friends.

          There's a thing I know.  I've got no place to go.

                    I don't have a home.  I'm all alone.

                I'm at the end of the line.  This ain't fine.

               I walk my feet down the street.  It ain't neat.

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