| Oh, Little Johhny caught a bullet last night
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| Running from the guitar store
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| He took a left down the alley, guess he shouldve gone right
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| Now he ain’t taken nothing no more, more, more
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| Everybody knows it’s a hard time
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| Livin' with hate and the greed
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| Most folks earn what they get for a livin'
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| Others steal what they need
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| Down on the corner, already talkin'
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| How they’re gonna cut theat take
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| Im out here just workin' for a dollar
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| And all i wanna do is stomp and holler
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| Oh, eighteen years, eighteen years
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| That’s a long-old time to be
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| Sittin' face down, stoned in the alley
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| Wonderin' how to get to that shinin' sea
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| Everybody knows it’s a hard time
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| Livin' on the minimum wage
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| Ah, some people just gunna sneak on through
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| Others gotta rattle that cage
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| One of these days, im gunna fing my way
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| Or else just disappear
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| I’m out here in the filth and squalor
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| And all I wanna do is stomp and holler
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| Oh, rock and roll, ache and moan
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| Listen to the young girls scream
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| Every time I get a little bit lucky
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| I gotta wake up from a poor mans dream
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| Heaven only knows how we get there
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| After all this trouble and strife
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| From all Iv’e seen, you only get one shot
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| At what your’e gunna do in this life
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| Ah, what the hell, I guess I might as well
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| Take a chance and try my way
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| I’m like James Brown only white and taller
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| And all i wanna do is stomp and holler |