| Wish I could say it was gonna get better
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| But we oughta know better by now
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| Gonna pack my shit into a cardboard box
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| And get the hell outta this house
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| Gonna roll on for the road
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| Hit more than that county line
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| This whole world has gone to pot
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| And right now so am I
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| Gettin' stoned so it don’t matter
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| I tried prayin' to the Man up high
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| I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| I don’t know what took so long
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| To say so-long to you
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| All you do is wear me out
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| Just like the evening news
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| So you can plant your garden
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| Where you used to chew my ass
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| Yeah I don’t want this dirt no more
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| I’m tradin' it for grass
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| Gettin' stoned so it don’t matter
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| I tried prayin' to the Man up high
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| I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| Roll it up, light it up, take a little toke
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| Hit it 'til it all goes up in smoke
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| Puff, puff, pass it around, back to myself by now
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| Gettin' stoned so it don’t matter
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| I tried prayin' to the Man up high
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| I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures
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| I tried prayin' to the Man up high
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| I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
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| I’m movin' on to greener pastures |