| I was born a painter’s son,
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| Had a hard working mother
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| who got the job done,
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| Been to Europe and back,
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| On ten dollars a day,
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| And I pissed on every
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| statue in the Champs Elysees
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| Well I’ve lived on couches,
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| I’ve slept on floors,
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| I’ve worked on bloody great houses
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| I could never afford,
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| Worked in farms and skyscrapers,
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| Factories and fields,
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| And I’ve been haunted by music,
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| That simply would not yield,
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| I can still feel that
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| I wouldn''t want to take it back,
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| no, no,
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| What I started so long ago,
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| I never thought that this was where I’d go,
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| Down a million miles of road Now
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| I’ve had some success,
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| I’ve had a little fame,
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| More often than not
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| I’ve had a dollar to my name,
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| Got a wife, a son, an S.U.V.
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| And bills to pay,
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| And I never saw them coming,
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| But they showed up anyway,
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| But here I am today saying
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| I wouldn’t want to take it back,
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| no, no,
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| What I started so long ago,
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| I never thought that this was where I’d go,
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| Down a million miles of road
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| I’ve got one grain of truth,
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| And this is how it stands,
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| You want to hear God laugh?
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| Tell him your plans,
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| Some days you run,
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| some you just sit on your hands,
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| But all you can do,
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| Is as the situation demands
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| But I’ve still got my drummer,
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| Still got my health,
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| Still got plenty of miles in the tank left,
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| But of all these things I’d have to say,
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| The best of them all are the friends I’ve made,
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| Along the way I wouldn’t want to take it back,
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| no, no, What I started so long ago,
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| I never thought that this was where I’d go,
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| Down a million miles of road, I,
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| I still got so far to go,
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| From Timbuktu to Tokyo,
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| I, I''m so glad I got to go,
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| Down a million miles of road |