| Times are a changing
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| But I’m still the same ol' son of a bitch in the wind
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| I act like I did back when I was a kid
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| But it hurts me more than it did back then
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| I go out on the town and make a fool of myself
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| I run around with the same rowdy friends
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| I get drunk and obnoxious
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| And wake up the next day swearin' I’m never drinkin' again
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| Yeah, my grandma still tells me
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| Enough is enough
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| Life ain’t a game, son
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| It’s time to grow up
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| Maybe next year, I’ll start acting my age
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| Turn a new leaf over my wicked ways
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| Get a real job and start pullin' my weight
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| Only 365 days
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| Until I change my ways
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| I dress like a slob
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| I never tuck in my shirt
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| I let it hang over my baggy jeans
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| I wear an old baseball cap on the top of my head
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| With the logo of my favorite team
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| Still got the same dirty mouth that I’ve had
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| Since my first cousin taught me to cuss
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| And I just quit my 9 to 5 occupation
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| To play a whole bunch of songs I made up
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| Yeah, I’m a big ol' kid
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| But I ain’t ashamed
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| 'Cause when the time comes around
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| I know I can change |
| Maybe next year I’ll quit blowin' all of the cash
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| Start working out and get off of my ass
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| Maybe next year I’ll quit putting off all the chores
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| Maybe next year I’ll visit my grandparents more
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| Maybe next year I’ll go back to church and repent
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| Maybe next year I’ll pick up my Bible again
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| I ought to straighten up
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| And there’s no better time than now
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| To kick all the habits
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| That are bringin' me down
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| Maybe next year I won’t be singin' the blues
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| Maybe next year I’ll start telling the truth
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| Maybe next year I won’t stay drunk all the time
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| Maybe next year I’ll have a little more peace of mind
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| And maybe next year
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| I won’t be so sad when I’m alone
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| Maybe next year |