| In the winter December of '89
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| I picked up my pen
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| Started makin' my rhymes
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| I appreciate the listener for takin' the time
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| Cuz I’m pourin' out my soul with every lyric and line
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| An I remember what it’s like to be the focus of a punchline
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| Now the phone rings when the party’s at crunch time
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| I was humble but you took it for weakness
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| Listen close and take notes
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| While the professor teaches
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| Maintain' my footin'
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| No shiftin' sand
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| It ain’t quicksand
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| Cuz above ground
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| I still stand
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| Move from the shadow
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| On the way to the Big Man
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| Strive for connection
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| Without complexion
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| Changin' the game in a new direction
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| Keepin' you’re attention
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| While I’m mic flexin'
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| Band on Grand Ole Opry
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| You can’t stop me
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| So take you’re best shot now
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| Cuz I’m climbin' so high
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| You’ll run out of ammo
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| Before you touch the sky
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| You think you’re the first one
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| To try an bring me down
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| Buddy you don’t realize
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| How long I’ve been around
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| Take you’re best shot now
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| I never lived in the hood
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| But I used to work there
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| (Say man ain’t you work in that shoe store?)
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| Yeah, I used to clerk there
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| Rollin' through Dallas
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| Now they go berserk there
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| See the corner of my mouth (yeah)
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| It’s called a smirk there.(oh)
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| Twinkle Twinkle Nashville Star
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| Is that you with the 20's on you’re car
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| Is that you on my t.v. |
| screen
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| With the Musik Mafia on you’re team?
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| I’ve been strugglin' and strainin'
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| Through misery and pain
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| Tryin' to get the radio dj’s to say my name
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| People used to laugh when I dressed like an offical
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| Now I’m eattin' steaks 'stead of chewin' on the gristle
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| I’ve had breakfast in Hamburg, dinner in London
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| Both in the same day and man it leaves you wonderin'
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| I hit the restaurants, now they play me close
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| They get their cameras when I butter my toast
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| So take you’re best shot now
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| Cuz I’m climbin' so high
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| You’ll run out of ammo
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| Before you touch the sky
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| You think you’re the first one
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| To try an bring me down
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| Buddy you don’t realize
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| How long I’ve been around
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| Take you’re best shot now
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| You might see me on the television here or there
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| But when you come to the show you see them hands in the air
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| And when I ask «Are you with me?» |
| you hear the reply
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| The fans say «Aw yeah, til the day that we die.»
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| Or at least until we’re sick of what you got to say
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| Well let me tell you somethin' partner
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| That ain’t happenin' today
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| So get you somma that and listen to me
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| To spell country boy you need C-B-T
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| So take you’re best shot now
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| Cuz I’m climbin' so high
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| You’ll run out of ammo
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| Before you touch the sky
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| You think you’re the first one
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| To try an bring me down
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| Buddy you don’t realize
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| How long I’ve been around
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| Take you’re best shot now
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| So take you’re best shot now
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| Cuz I’m climbin' so high
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| You’ll run out of ammo
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| Before you touch the sky
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| You think you’re the first one
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| To try an bring me down
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| Buddy you don’t realize
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| How long I’ve been around
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| Take you’re best shot now |