Homenajes musicales que, de tan obvios, se convierten en
ruido fondo que hasta el PRO baila sin dilucidar.
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't
shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my
soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
She works hard for the money.
So hard for it, honey.
She works hard for the money.
So you better treat her right.
Abrazo para el otro 98%.
