| Well, after all these years of running 'round
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| Always flying high and fallin' down
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| I gotta get back to the way I was
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| Gonna turn it all 'round just because
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| And everybody’s talkin' about the shape I’m in
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| They say «boy, you ain’t a poet, just a drunk with a band.»
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| All over and over, again and again,
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| Lord, they don’t know about the places I’ve been
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| It gets hard out here
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| I know it don’t look it
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| I used to have heart, but the highway took it
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| The game was right, but the deal was crooked
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| Lord, I’ll make it perfectly clear, it gets hard out here
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| I guess there must be something I’m missing
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| My momma told me I should’ve gone into easy listenin'
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| Going with the band 'cause I thought it was cool
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| Oh, good Lord, I should’ve gone back to school
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| Oh, pretty darlin', it’ll be OK
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| You know one of these days I’m gonna take you away
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| She said, «oh, sweet daddy, you’re probably right,
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| You know we might get lucky, but it won’t be tonight»
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| It gets hard out here
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| I know it don’t look it
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| I used to have heart, but the highway took it
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| The game was right, but the deal was crooked
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| Lord, I’ll make it perfectly clear, it gets hard out here
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| I know it don’t seem it
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| I said I tried, but I never did mean it
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| Nobody’s listening so we mine as well scream it
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| Oh, God, we’re all outta beer
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| It gets hard out here |