| This morning when I woke up
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| And man I had a bad backache
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| And my head felt like it took new form
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| Last night I stuck an ice pack where I sat on the maniac
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| 2000 pounds of muscle and horn
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| I remember smilin' as we kicked up mud
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| Out in the bright lights and I recall
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| A cussin' when I lost control
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| And he sent me on a high flight
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| Hey, I don’t do this for the money
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| I don’t do it for the fame
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| It’s cause he threw me to the ground all bloody
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| That’s the reason I can’t walk away
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| I stumbled out to my pick-up
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| My joints popped in ten different places
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| One I never knew I had
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| I’m out here on the highway
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| My one track mind sticks in replay
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| And I start to get real mad
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| Seems I’ve lost track of all the buckles and the big checks
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| But I remember every time I’ve landed in a pile of B. S
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| Hey, I don’t do this for the money
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| I don’t do it for the fame
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| It’s cause he threw me to the ground all bloody
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| That’s the reason I can’t walk away
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| Hey, I don’t do this for the money
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| I don’t do it for the fame
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| It’s cause he threw me to the ground all bloody
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| That’s the reason I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away |