| Well I worked all summer couldn’t save a cent
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| I gave all my money to the government
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| I don’t know quite how it got spent
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| but the banks are coming for my deed though
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| Man at the mill can’t see though
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| Let me get my feed for free though
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| Ain’t that the way it is
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| I cut out down a braver road
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| I traded my stock for a V84
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| Danced for town down on the floor boards
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| And the title owed down to me though
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| That gasoline ain’t free through
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| Just guzzling out my knee bone?
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| Ain’t that the way it is
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| Well i met me a woman down in saint paul
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| with a little money and a little pole
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| Bloke told me that he’d bust my jaw
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| I talked to his sister again though
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| Don’t mean I couldn’t win though
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| There’s blood running down my chin now
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| Ain’t that the way it is
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| Well I slept all night on the bar room floor
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| and woke up this morning my head was sore
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| Pockets empty but I want some more
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| The bar man’s got my car though
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| Tales worth more by far though
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| As I leave her down at the bar now
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| Ain’t that the way it is
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| Well I hitched me a ride on the way back home
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| I got me a job on a family farm
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| Times are hard here but I can’t roll?
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| and I ain’t got nothing more
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| Oh that company store
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| Gold’s looking good for sure though
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| Ain’t that the way it is
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| Well I worked all summer counldn’t save a cent
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| I gave all my money to the government
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| I don’t know quite how it got spent
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| but the banks are coming for my deed though
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| Man at the mill can’t see though
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| Let me get my feed for free though
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| Ain’t that the way it is |