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Weekend Glory
    Some clichty folks

    dont knos,

    posin and preenin

    and puttin on acts,

    stretcheir backs.

    to condos

    up over the ranks,

    paheir souls

    to the local banks.

    Buying big cars

    t afford,

    ridin around town

    actin bored.

    If t to learn o live life right

    t to study me on Saturday night.

    My job at t

    aint t bet,

    but I pay my bills

    and stay out of debt.

    I get my hair done

    for my own selfs sake,

    so I dont o pick

    and I dont o rake.

    take t

    and own

    to my friend girls house

    where we plan our round.

    e meet our men and go to a joint

    whe music is blue

    and to t.

    Folks e about me.

    t cant see

    how I work all week

    at tory.

    t spruced up

    and laugh and dance

    And turn away from worry

    h sassy glance.

    they accuse me of livin

    from day to day,

    but whey kiddin?

    So are they.

    My life aint heaven

    but it sure aint hell.

    Im not on top

    but I call it swell

    if Im able to work

    and get paid right

    and o be Black

    on a Saturday night.
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