A man, he's like a rusty wheel

On a rusty cart

He sings his song as he rattles along

And then he falls apart



And we'll sing hallelujah

At the turning of the year

And we work all day in the old fashioned way

'Till the shining star appears



A man, he's like a briar

He covers himself with thorns

He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down

And his clothes are ragged and torn



And we'll sing hallelujah

At the turning of the year

And we work all day in the old fashioned way

'Till the shining star appears



A man, he's like a three string fiddle

Hanging upon the wall

He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow

Or he can't play at all



And we'll sing hallelujah

At the turning of the year

And we work all day in the old fashioned way

'Till the shining star appears



A man, he's like his father

Wishes he was never born

He longs for the time when the clock will chime

And he's dead for evermore



And we'll sing hallelujah

At the turning of the year

And we work all day in the old fashioned way

'Till the shining star appears



And we'll sing hallelujah

At the turning of the year

And we work all day in the old fashioned way

'Till the shining star appears

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