| I’ve never been a «Cool Hand Luke»
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| The quarterback of the winning team
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| Or the guy with the right kinda punch-lines
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| Everybody wants to be
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| I never was that lucky ol' cuss with a straight flush in his hand
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| Oh, but with you, I am
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| I ain’t no Patrick Swayze, my old boots never danced on air
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| Never walked with a swag looking sharp as a tack
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| Lit up like Times Square
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| Who’s that guy with a big old smile as wide as the Rio Grande
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| Oh, with you I am
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| Strong as an oak, soft like leather
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| High as a pine and light as a feather
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| The same ol' boy but a whole lot better
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| Whenever you’re holding my hand
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| I used to poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers
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| I never thought I’d be that man
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| Oh but with you, I am
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| Oh baby with you, I am
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| I’ve always been a «do it my way» drifter
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| Another highway, another town
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| Never thought 'bout that little white house
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| With a porch all the way around
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| Yeah I never saw me on a swing talking sweet talking dreams
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| But I’ll be damned
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| With you I am
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| Strong as an oak, soft like leather
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| High as a pine and light as a feather
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| The same ol' boy but a whole lot better
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| Whenever you’re holding my hand
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| I used to poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers
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| I never thought I’d be that man
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| Oh baby with you, I am
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| Strong as an oak, soft like leather
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| High as a pine and light as a feather
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| The same ol' boy but a whole lot better
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| Whenever you’re holding my hand
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| I used to poke fun at them punch-drunk lovers
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| I never thought I’d be that man
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| Oh baby with you, I am
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| Oh baby with you, I am
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| With you, I am |