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I see a man standin' over a dead dog By a highway in a ditch Lookin' down sorta puzzled Pokin' the dog with a stick He's got his car door flung open Out on highway 31 Like if he stood there long enough That dog'd get up and run It struck me sorta funny Sorta funny, sorta mean So that at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe Now, Mary Lou loved Johnny With a love mean and true He told her, "I'll work hard every day" "And bring my money home to you" And one day he up 'n' left her And ever since then She waits down at the end of the road For young Johnny to return And oh Lord, won't you tell us Won't you tell us what it means? Still, at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe Hey! Take the baby to the river Kyle William they called him Drop the baby in the water To wash away little Kyle's sin This day will show up the same Old man passes away Take the body to the graveyard And over him they'll pray Oh Lord, won't you tell us Won't you tell us what it means? Still, at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe Still, at the end of every hard earned day People find some reason to believe
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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