| Now I’ve had a hard life
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| I been through two wives
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| And I’ve lived where the rats run wild
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| But now I’m much better and I’m writin' this letter
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| Just to tell you ‘bout your baby child
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| So Ma, I been busy and I know you’ve missed me
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| So I’m writin' this letter to you
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| I knows it’s been ten years but save up those sad tears
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| Mama let me tell ya whets new
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| Look at me I’m back on my feet
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| Pulled myself right outa the street
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| So glad to be back on my feet right now
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| I’m gettin' smiles from the people I meet
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| Wontcha tell me bout Dad now
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| Is he still doin' bad now
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| Workin in the same drugstore
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| Lookin' for praise now
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| Did he ever get that raise now
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| He’s been waitin twenty years for
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| And poor brother Billy is he still so silly
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| Livin with that girl crosstown
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| Livin off her job
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| I still love that poor slob
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| Tell him someday I’ll be round
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| Look at me I’m back on my feet
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| Pulled myself right outa the street
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| So glad to be back on my feet right now
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| I’m gettin' smiles from the people I meet
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| So glad to be back on my feet
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| Well I married this girl she was a rich girl
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| Took her checkbook & a fountain pen
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| Wrote my name so fast now
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| Knew my luck couldn’t last now
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| I wrote myself three years in the pen
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| So I prayed to the Saviour
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| Got a year off for good behavior
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| Read the Bible so I’d understand
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| Now I’m workin' steady & I’m married to Betty
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| Doin' my best to be her good lovin‘ man
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| Mama so long now I know I was wrong now
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| Not to write in such a long long while
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| But I’ll save some money and you won’t think it’s funny
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| If I put you & Dad up in style
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| Look at me I’m back on my feet
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| Pulled myself right outa the street
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| So glad to be back on my feet right now
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| I’m gettin' smiles from the people I meet
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| Don’t have to worry bout nothin' to eat
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| Now doncha think it’s kinda neat
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| Ya know I pulled myself right up by the seat
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| Of my pants
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| Look at me I’m back on my feet |