| My wife said, «Dear, you’re almost thirty-three
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| Don’t you think it’s time to change your ways?
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| The kids are starvin', the dog is barkin'
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| We haven’t had a meal in three days»
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| «No one wants to hear a musician play
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| When they know he’s past his prime
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| Everybody knows when it’s his turn to quit
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| And I think you’ve reached your time»
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| I’m tired of wearing buckskin
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| I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
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| 'Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
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| Be a hippie no more
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| I said, «Listen ma
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| I’m gonna get a job and maybe go back to school
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| I ain’t gonna be mad or bitter toward life
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| 'Cause it treated me so cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel»
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| «I think I’ll even give up smokin' that week
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| 'Cause it boggles up my mind
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| I’m gonna start my life all over again
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| Gonna leave that past behind»
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| I’m tired of wearing buckskin
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| I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
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| 'Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
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| Be a hippie no more
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| I’m tired of wearing buckskin
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| I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
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| 'Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
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| Be a hippie no more, no more
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| I’m tired of wearing buckskin
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| I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
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| 'Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
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| Be a hippie no more, whoa |