| You ask me if I’m happy now
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| That’s good as any joke I’ve heard
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| It seems that since I’ve seen you last
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| I done forgot the meaning of the words
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| If happiness is empty rooms
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| And drinkin' in the afternoon
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| Well I suppose I’m happy as a clown
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| But if it’s got a thing to do
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| With smilin' of forgettin' you
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| Well I don’t guess that I could say I am
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| Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
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| Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
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| When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
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| He’s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
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| And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
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| Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
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| That’s the way that I’ve been feelin' since the day I started falling
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| From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
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| Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
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| You wonder if I’m better off
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| With freedom now to do the things I choose
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| With all my times my own and
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| I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
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| There’s no one here to carry on
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| If I stay out the whole night long
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| or give a tankerous damn if I don’t call
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| I’m livin' like I wanted to
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| And doin' things I wanna do
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| And nothin' means a thing to me at all
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| Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
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| Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
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| When the water from the weeds soaked the paper
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| He’s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
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| And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
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| Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
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| That’s the way that I’ve been feelin' since the day I started falling
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| From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
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| Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |