| My life with trouble goes back to the candy
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| That I stole from Jessie Walker’s country store
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| A penny seperated me from choosing sides with honesty
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| And I just got tired of being poor
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| Some folks eat their supper off of silver
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| And the only world they’ll ever know is wealth
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| But I can’t blame the rich folks for these big stone walls
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| This prison is the doings of myself
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| Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three
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| I broke the lock on one to many doors
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| My hungry hands would not behave
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| When they got close to things they crave
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| I just got tired of bein' poor
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| I remember Willie Jack who laughed at me
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| And the talking about the ragged clothes I wore
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| That’s when Willie got a taste of all knuckles in his face
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| I just got tired of bein' poor
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| Some folks eat their supper off of silver
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| And the only world they’ll ever know is wealth
|
| But I can’t blame the rich folks for these big stone walls
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| This prison is the doings of myself
|
| Freedom ran away from me at twenty-three
|
| I broke the lock on one to many doors
|
| My hungry hands would not behave
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| When they got close to things they crave
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| I just got tired of bein' poor
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| I just got tired of bein' poor… |