Bring Me Your Tea Songtext

Elms, The

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Bring Me Your Tea Songtext
I've been working on the land, hon, the sun got to me.

I think I may be dying, bring me your tea.

Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree,

I work till I'm bleeding, bring me your tea.


Copper is the trade now, who'd ever think?

There are men finding money down in the drink.

My gun is more faithful than I'll ever be,

If war has me thirsty bring me your tea.



I don't get no opinion with four mouths to feed,

I'd sell off my future to get what we need.

This is my burden, it's all I can see.

If life has me weary, bring me your tea.
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