| Yesterday I was a young man with a future hemmed with gold
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| And today I’m just a soldier with no home to call my own
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| Sittin' by myself, playin' my guitar
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| Tryin' to pass the time away
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| If tomorrow’s goin' to be like this
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| I might as well die today
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| I’m just a person who has never had a home
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| Had to fight all my life just to keep the things I own
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| And some people they look down at me
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| As a man without a name
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| And tend to forget
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| That they came from the same place that I came
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| All my friends they have forsaken me
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| I guess that’s how life goes
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| When you’re not in big demand
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| Then you can’t buy fancy clothes
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| And life’s backhand, one more time
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| Has closed the gates for me
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| And destroyed two years of hard work
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| And set my prestige free
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| I’m just a person who has never had a home
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| Had to fight all my life just to keep the things I own
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| And some people they look down at me
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| As a man without a name
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| They tend to forget
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| That they came from the same place that I came
|
| I’m just a person who has never had a home
|
| Had to fight all my life just to keep the things I own
|
| And some people they look down at me
|
| As a man without a name
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| They tend to forget
|
| That they came from the same place that I came
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| I’m just a person who has never had a home
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| I’ve had to fight all my life just to keep the things I own
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| Sittin' by myself, playin' my guitar
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| Tryin' to pass the time away
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| If tomorrow’s goin' to be like this
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| I might as well die today |