| Oh, little Johnny walked 'cross the border last night
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| Runnin' from the guitar store
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| He took a left sittin' alright
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| And he ain’t takin' nothin' no more, no more
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| Everybody knows it’s a hard time
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| Livin' with hate and a-greed
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| Most folks earn what they get for a livin'
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| Others just steal what they need
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| Down on the corner already talkin'
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| Where they gonna put that take
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| I’m outta 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 ol' time to be
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| Sin-faced style, stoned in your alley
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| Wonderin' how to get to that shiny seat
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| Everybody knows it’s a hard time
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| Livin' on minimum wage
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| Ah, some people are just gonna sneak on through
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| Others gonna rattle that cage
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| One of these days gonna find my way
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| Or else just disappear
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| I’m outta here in a Phil Benz squalor
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| All I wanna do is stomp and holler
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| , ache 'em all
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| Listen to the young girls scream
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| Every time I get a little bit luck
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| You gotta wake up on my poor man’s dream
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| Every mornin' knows how we get there
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| After all this trouble and strife
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| Them all I’ve seen, only get one shot
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| What you gonna do in this life?
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| Ah, what the hell, yes I might as well
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| Just take a chance and try my way
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| Where I’m only wet and taller
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| And all I wanna do is stomp and holler |