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Well, they would play spite and malice in Saint Angelo and DallasBoth sides of my family, both playing the same gameBetween 8:30 and 10, after supper, before bedIt was a good way to relax and it didn't cost a thingCause the tendency of my lineage and kin on both sides of my family was to burn it at both endsAnd when they burned it all down to nothingIt was time to stop messing around and start all over againAnd they did it Monday for the familyAnd Tuesday for the moneyAnd Wednesday for that twenty acre cropAnd they did it Thursday and Friday so they'd feel right about going out on Saturday nightAnd Sunday, lord, because they couldn't stopLike my father, and my father's father, and his old man, tooGot more done in an hour than most men the whole day doBut they must have made a deal with that specter in the fields"Just let us feed our families, and we'll work our whole lives for you.\"Cause there was one, two, three, four little mouths to feedAnd there was four, five, six, seven workdays in a weekAnd before the morning lights, they would have breakfast onBecause only lazy bones get up at the break of dawnAnd they did it Monday for the familySongtexteAnd Tuesday for the moneyAnd Wednesday for that twenty acre cropAnd they did it Thursday and Friday so they'd be able to supper on Saturday's dinner tableAnd Sunday, lord, because they couldn't stopNow, the other half in the city was just as hard and grittyBut instead of planting seeds, they were signing deeds and making loansAnd though their bodies weren't taking the beatin', it was all just to keep the family eatin'They'd spend long nights punching numbers in that back office all aloneBecause that one, two, three, four percent interest rate they were chargin', translated to the most razor-thin of profit marginsAnd an overhead fluorescent bulb can be as cruel as the sunBut they would take it in the stomach when there was a job to be doneAnd they did it Monday for the familyAnd Tuesday for the moneyAnd Wednesday for that small savings and loanAnd on Thursday and Friday they ducked their heads so that could spend Saturday night with friendsAnd Sunday, lord, they did it all aloneYeah, Sunday, lord, they did it all alone Aus Songtexte Mania