If I was on Jackson’s time
I wouldn’t have a dime.
He just sits in the chair
With a lazy ol stare.
Laying on the floor
Looking all bored.
If I was on Jackson’s time
I wouldn’t have a dime.
Running down the street
Looking for something to eat.
Digging outside the homes
Trying to find his bones.
If I was on Jackson’s time
I wouldn’t have a dime.
He is big and brown
Funny like a clown.
He doesn’t like to sit or stay
All he wants to do is run and play.
If I was on Jackson’s time
I wouldn’t have a dime.
Jackson got it made
Lounging in the shade.
When daddy been sad
Jackson all he had.
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