| He’s got a head like a brick
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| Dead set in his ways
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| Sticks and stones couldn’t lead that horse to water
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| He only hears what he wants
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| Only thinks of himself
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| Momma said «Damn that boy is just like his father»
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| And he’s doing time on a bed made of stone
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| No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
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| He can’t go home, no starting over again
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| Life’s just one long fight he can not win
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| Until he learns how to bend
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| He’s got a short, short fuse
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| Better not set him off
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| When he thinks he’s right
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| He’d swear in front of Jesus
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| Let him lie to your face, like he lies to himself
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| The truth is no one’s more afraid than he is
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| And he’s doing time on a bed made of stone
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| No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
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| He can’t go home, no starting over again
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| Life’s just one long fight he can not win
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| Until he learns how to bend
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| Until he learns how to bend
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| Brother give in
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| Brother give it up
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| Brother let go
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| You ain’t strong enough, no
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| We all need help, once in a while
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| Wake up, you’re living in denial
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| You’ve done your time on a bed made of stone |
| But it’s not too late to change the way you’re thinking
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| Fall down on your knees, be born again and again
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| Life’s just one long fight you can not win
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| Until you learn how to bend
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| Until you learn how to bend
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| Brother be, brother be good
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| Brother be, brother be good |