Work the job
Day by day
For to little
Too little pay
Check to check
Just getting by
But a dream
Is tucked away
Life will change
In big way
Day will come
Prize we'll win
Luck will be
Ours that day
Quit the job
Buy a car
Pay off bills
Oh so fine
Got a ticket
Going to win
It'll be ours
On that day
Got a ticket
We will win
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