“You do what you have to do,”
Is what my ma used to say,
I suppose to justify
Or explain to her self
The life she led,
In the thirties
Scrounging for chunk of coal
Scrounging for chunk of coal
As a little girl,
Working shoplifting scams,
Trying to fill the economic gap
Her skid-row-bum dad failed to provide,
Or as a cover for the stories I don’t know,
Other than knowing they were about hard times.
So, If doing what you have to do
Means long hours,
It’s doesn't seem all that big of a deal.
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