| Well I’m broke, lovesick, and driftin'
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| and I’ve done a lot of hard, hard livin'
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| Livin’on the road
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| and seein’how it goes
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| I grew up fast and it shows
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| Cause livin’the nightlife
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| is where I belong
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| and drinkin’with the drunks
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| who don’t want to go home
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| and it’s hard, it’s rough
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| but I can’t quite get enough
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| Oh I’m doin’the best that I can
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| Well I’m broke, lovesick, and driftin'
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| and I’ve had my share of good women
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| I once had a good home,
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| a wife to call my own,
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| but now I’m here drunk and alone
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| Cause livin’the nightlife
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| is where I belong
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| and drinkin’with the drunks
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| who don’t want to go home
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| and it’s hard, it’s rough
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| but I can’t quite get enough
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| Oh I’m doin’the best that I can |