| Well, I hear folks talkin' 'bout the shape they’re in
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| On the backyard porch with all their friends
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| They say damn my job and damn my life
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| Don’t tell 'em that I told you, but it blows my mind
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| What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree
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| Sunshine behind the clouds
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| Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes
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| Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em
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| Some folks they focus on the broke spoke
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| Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had
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| Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause
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| Even if the end is near
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| I’m just glad to be here
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| I ain’t promised tomorrow but I ain’t scared of the grave
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| I’m just thankful for the breath of a brand new day
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| When them nitpickin' people try to throw me off track
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| I just keep on rollin', keep on rollin', like an old train smoke blowin'
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| What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree
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| Sunshine behind the clouds
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| Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes
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| Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em
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| Some folks they focus on the broke spoke
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| Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had
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| Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause
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| Even if the end is near
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| I’m just glad to be here
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| Slow down take a look around
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| Slow down take a good look around
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| Slow down take a long look around
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| Slow down take a good long look all the way around
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| What they don’t see is the shade under the oak tree
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| Sunshine behind the clouds
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| Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes
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| Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em
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| Some folks they focus on the broke spoke
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| Not me, I’m so over things I don’t and coulda had
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| Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause
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| Even if the end is near
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| Even if the end is near
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| I’m just glad to be here |