| My dad, he had a friend, lowdown till the end
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| Everything he did, it came out wrong
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| No matter how hard he tried
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| He never cheated, he never lied
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| Had a shotgun in his hand when he died
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| Chorus
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| Everybody’s got their own way, tomorrow’s another day
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| Make of it what you will, as you’re climbing up that hill
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| Always be prepared to pay
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| I know a man, a guitar in his hand
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| Taught me things I never thought I’d know
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| But the pills and the crystal meth took him to his death
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| All he ever wanted was a song and a sing along
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| Second Chorus
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| Everybody’s got their way, tomorrow’s another day
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| Make of it what you will, don’t forget to get your thrills
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| Always be prepared to pay
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| Don’t forget where you’re from, stick to your guns
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| Always be good to your fellow man
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| Bow your head and pray, every single day
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| Life don’t always turn out like you plan
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| Repeat first chorus |