| My mother gave a mighty shout
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| Opened her legs and let me out
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| Hungry as a prairie dog
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| Young man in America, young man in America
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| Hungry, hungry, running every which way
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| Young man in Americay
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| I come out like a cannonball
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| Come of age with alcohol, raven in a field of rye
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| With a black and roving eye, black and roving eye
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| Ravenous, ravenous, what you got, it’s not enough
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| Young man in America
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| Oh, shelter, mother shelter, mother shelter us, ooh
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| My father was a lord of land
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| My daddy was a repo man, put me out onto the street
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| Didn’t give a damn for me, did not give a damn
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| Daddy, daddy, gonna wish you never had me
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| I’m a young man
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| I’m growing right before your eyes
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| I might grow to such a size
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| Blow in like a hurricane everyone will know my name
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| Everyone’ll know my name
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| Blowing in, blowing up, shadow on the mountaintop
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| Young man in America
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| Oh, shepherd, father shepherd, father shepherd us, ooh
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| In my feathers and furs, clothes of many colors
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| Many men will envy me when I’m in my finery, me in my finery
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| Envy me, envy me, spending all my bright money
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| Young man in Americay
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| Maybe one day I’ll climb the stairs with a girl of golden hair
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| Hold her like a sword and shield, up against this lonely world
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| Up against the world, it’s a lonely, lonely world
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| For a yellow-headed girl and a young man
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| Like the wind I make my moan, howling in the canyon
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| There’s a hollow in my bones, make me cry and carry on
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| Make the foam fly from my tongue, make me want what I want
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| Another wayward son waiting on oblivion
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| Waiting on the kingdom come to meet me in my sin
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| Waiting to be born again, mother, kiss me cheek and chin
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| Mmm, a little medicine, mmm, and then I shed my skin
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| Mmm, and lemme climb back into the bed you made me in |