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Lord, please forgive us for complaining About the day is too hot and long 'cause when it pours it's always raining, And something is always going wrong. Might we see a little clearer when we've walked in someone else's shoes? If you're itching to be switching Be careful who you choose... You don't want to be the wearer Of the grave digger's boots. So much mud has collected on them That they started growing roots And it's hard to dig a grave when your feet can barely move. His life is simple. He ain't got much to offer. He has muscle and a shovel. His days are spent burying Other people's coffers. He still guards the rich man'