| It ain’t easy putting up with
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| A road dog with a cup with
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| A little Jack in it
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| You talk about the backseat
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| I don’t know, don’t ask me
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| How she sat in it
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| She carried my burdens and paid my bail
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| Put a Tennessee breeze in my Carolina sail
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| And set me free
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| I don’t pray much anymore
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| For this old troubadour’s
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| Happiness, wishes, wants, and needs
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| End of my ropes, hopes and dreams
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| Spend my living giving thanks
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| For the ships I never sank
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| Every big, every little in the every day things
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| The notes and the words and the songs I sing
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| To the ones doing life with me
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| Coulda easily said goodbye to
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| This runaway train you’re tied to
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| I know I don’t get it
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| Baby how you roll with it
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| The fists and the fights and the scars of the battle
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| The ups and the downs of the judges gavel
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| How’d you wind up in my unravel?
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| I don’t pray much anymore
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| For this old troubadour’s
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| Happiness, wishes, wants, and needs
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| End of my ropes, hopes and dreams
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| Spend my living giving thanks
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| For the ships I never sank
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| Every big, every little in the every day things
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| The notes and the words and the songs I sing
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| To the ones doing life with me
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| You’re my faith in the grace every sunrise brings
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| Set me free
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| I don’t pray much anymore
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| For this old troubadour’s
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| Happiness, wishes, wants, and needs
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| End of my ropes, hopes and dreams
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| Spend my living giving thanks
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| For the ships I never sank
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| Every big, every little in the every day things
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| The notes and the words and the songs I sing
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| To the ones doing life with me |