| Lookin' back at my hard luck days
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| I really do have to laugh
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| Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
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| Spendin' it all on draft
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| We were hungry hard luck heroes
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| Tryin' just to stay alive
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| So we’d go down to the corner grocery
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| This is how we’d survive.
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| Who’s gonna steal the peanut butter
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| I’ll get a can of sardines
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| Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
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| Stickin' food in our jeans
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| We never took more than we could eat
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| There was plenty left on the racks
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| We all swore if we ever got rich
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| We would pay the Mini-Mart back
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| Yes Sir, yes Sir
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| We would pay the Mini-Mart back.
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| It was a two man operation
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| Had it all down on a note
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| Ricky would watch the big round mirror
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| And I’d fill up my coat
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| Then we’d head for the check-out aisle
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| With a lemon and a bottle of beer
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| Into the car got to make it on home
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| 'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
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| I guess every good picker has had some hard times
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| I have had my share
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| It’s really kinda funny to laugh at it now
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| But I don’t wanna go back there
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| So every now and then when I’m in a grocery
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| I’ll take a little but not much
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| 'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya And I don’t want to lose my touch. |