| The man in the bed isn’t me
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| Now I slipped out the door and I’m runnin' free
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| Young and wild like I’ll always be
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| No the man in the bed isn’t me
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| And these tremblin' hands, they’re not mine
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| Now my hands are strong and steady all the time
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| They can swing a sledge hammer or soothe a baby that’s cryin'
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| These trembling hands, they’re not mine
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| Now the nurse over there doesn’t know
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| That I ain’t some helpless old so-and-so
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| I could have broken her heart not that long ago
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| Now the nurse over there doesn’t know
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| That the man in the bed isn’t me
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| ‘Cause I slipped out the door and I’m runnin' free
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| Young and wild like I’ll always be
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| The man in the bed isn’t me
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| I’m the man I’ve always been
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| I’m the kid who rode the rails through the Great Depression
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| I fought in the big war and marched for the Union
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| I’m the man I’ve always been
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| So don’t believe what the doctors say
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| They’re just makin' things up so they can get paid
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| Yeah, and it ain’t me they’re talkin' about anyway
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| So don’t believe what the doctors say
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| ‘Cause the man in the bed isn’t me
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| Well I slipped out the door and I’m finally free
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| Young and wild like I’ll always be
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| No the man in the bed isn’t me
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| No the man in the bed isn’t me
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| No the man in the bed isn’t me |