| I ain’t no scholar, I don’t write no books
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| I done spend my money on the last girl honey and she hates my guts
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| I paid my rent late, so my landlord’s angry
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| And all this shit keeps piling up and tryin' to hang me
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| I give my lovin' on the run (on the run, on the run)
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| So don’t you try to slow me down and walk around yeah
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| Sick of tryin' to strum along, wit' yo' love song
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| So leave me here to pour another drink on the rocks
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| All of this will hold you
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| Down onto the ground until you’re crawlin' on the gravel
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| Like a regular guy
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| Oh all of this will hold you, down onto the ground
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| Until you’re drowning in your sorrows with a bottle of rye
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| I ain’t got no savior, I ain’t got no time
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| I know I’m stuck with a problem
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| That will come through and swallow up my last dime
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| All I wanted, was some peace and quiet
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| To take me out of here, before I start a riot
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| Lost my reason I done lost my way, I done sat here for hours
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| And heard all the songs that the jukebox plays
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| So keep your sunny days away from here
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| And I’ll pour the liquor down and smile while I say
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| Life’s been on the rocks, I’ve taken
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| My last shot at holding on to
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| Life’s been on the rocks, I’ve taken
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| My last shot at holding on to
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| All of this will hold you
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| Down onto the ground until you’re crawlin' on the gravel
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| Like a regular guy
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| All, all of this will hold you, down onto the ground
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| Until you’re drowning in your sorrows with a bottle of rye
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| Like a regular guy |