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Well my mama played the snare drum
In the police marching band.
Her dress was green and yellow,
With a beautiful golden strand.
She'd come home every evening,
Tired from the day,
It's a long, hard way to carry water
When the well's so far away,
She say come on little Daniel,
Put down your lesson,
There's been enough work for today.
Tonight we'll go where the fire is burning,
And by tomorrow we'll be far away.
My father worked the mountain,
With a hammer as big as me,
He'd tell me stories from the gravel pits,
About how we supposed to be
He'd say come on little Daniel,
Put down your lessons,
There's been enough work for today.
Tonight we'll be where the fire is burning,
And by tomorrow we'll be far away
I said please won't you promise to never stop walking with me
My brothers and sisters beside me is all that I need
My brothers and my sisters,
Cut from the same cloth as me
We all trying hard to come up
With just what we supposed to be
And when the day was ending,
As the river held to the sun,
We'd be dancing with dad 'round the cooking fire
while mama beat her drum.
They said come on little Daniel,
Put down your lessons,
There's been enough work for today.
Tonight we'll go where the fire is burning,
by tomorrow we'll be far away
I said please won't you promise to never stop walking with me
My brothers and sisters beside me is all that I need
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