| He walks around with his hands in his pockets
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| Got a picture of his baby on a chain in a locket
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| He needs her love so bad, but she’ll never know
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| Cause he won’t ever tell her
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| And it’s so hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| Poor Richard’s got himself a banjo
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| He’s missing four strings but he ain’t even bothered
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| He says: 'sunshine gonna come my way, look out
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| Kid this might be my lucky day'
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| And it’s so hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| Red robin’s been a-workin in the kitchen
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| Got everything she needs, but everything’s a-missing
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| She grew up with the radio, tattoo on
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| Her hip is to remind her so…
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| That it’s so hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| You can say what you want
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| You can do what you do
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| But sometimes some things are chosen for you
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| The life that you want and the life that you’ve been given
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| Are sometimes not even the life you’ve been living
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| I know a man who’s been working for the city
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| He pays his rent but his life is just a pitty
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| He says: 'nothing's gonna change around here
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| Im the same old man I’ve been for nearly 20 years'
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| It’s so hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| So hard to find my way
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| She turns heads wherever she’s a-walking
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| She never speaks she lets her body do the talkin'
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| She’s daddy’s little baby girl
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| But she ain’t living in daddy’s world |