| I need confirmation of my duties
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| Help me get my poor life back in line
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| If I tell you what the hell I’m up to
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| Maybe you can tell what’s on my mind
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| 'Cause I don’t pick no cotton
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| I never pick my nose
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| I couldn’t pick a pocket
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| In a pile of dirty clothes
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| But I pick 'em, I chose 'em
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| I pick the locks that used to keep me in
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| I pick 'em up I put 'em down
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| That’s how I get around but it’s wearin' thin
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| I don’t drive no bargain
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| I never drive a car
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| Couldn’t drive a wagon
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| If you hitched it to a star
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| But I’ll drive you crazy
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| Make you wonder who you are
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| Drive nails in your coffin
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| But I don’t often let it get that far
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| Help me get these pieces back together
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| Make it so the seams don’t seem to show
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| I had it patched with bits of glue and leather
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| How it fell apart I’ll never know
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| 'Cause I don’t look for trouble
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| But it finds me all the same
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| If you hear me shout, just lookout
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| 'Cause it’s callin' me by name
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| It’s lookin' still, it always will
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| If looks could kill I’d be six feet under ground
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| I never was good lookin'
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| But now I’m too old to let that get me down
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| Yes, I never was good lookin'
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| But now I’m too old to let that get me down
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| I never was good lookin'
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| But now I’m too old to let that get me down |