Welfare Symphony lyrics
Welfare workers
Prying into her life Was she really someone's wife And where was he She often cried as they left her without a shred of pride She had so many things to think about So many children to feed She had need of something that would ease her mind (Store-front religion--play the numbers) She had trouble in her time She had so much trouble in her time
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