| I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
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| wonder how I ended up like this
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| I wonder why things happen like they do but I don’t wonder long cuz I got a show to do
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| I’m sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
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| Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain’t free
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| but I’m here to stay (at least another week or two)
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| I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do Don’t give me no pity don’t give me no grief
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| Wit till I die for sympathy
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| Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
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| I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do Don’t give me no preachin’no self servin'
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| I ain’t no angel but nobody’s deserving
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| I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
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| but I can’t die now cuz I got another show…
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| Some people keep saying I can’t last long
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| but I got my bands I got my songs,
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| liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
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| and I’m drunk and stubborn as they come
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| chain smoking, guitar picking, til I’m gone
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| I ain’t got no political agenda
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| Ain’t got no message for the youth of America
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| 'cept «Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw»
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| and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show…
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| Some people stop living long before they die
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| Work a dead end job just to scrape on by but I keep living just to bend that note in two
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| and I can’t die now cuz I got another show…
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| lyrics by Patterson Hood
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| music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) |