| You wanna grow up to paint houses like me
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| With a trailer in my yard till you’re 23
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| You wanna feel old after 42 years
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| Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gear
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| Well I used to go out in a Mustang
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| A 302 Mach One in green
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| Till me and your mama made you in the back
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| And I sold it to buy her a ring
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| And I learned not to say much of nothing
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| So I figure you already know
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| But in case you don’t or maybe you forgot
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| I’ll lay it out real nice and slow
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| Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit
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| Don’t ever say your car is broke
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| Don’t worry about losing your accent
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| Cause a Southern Man tells better jokes
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| Have fun but stay clear of the needle
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| Call home on your sister’s birthday
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| Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus
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| Don’t give it away
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| Don’t give it away
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| Five years in a St. Florian foundry
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| They call Industrial Park
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| I worked hospital maintenance and Tech School
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| Just to memorize Frigidaire parts
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| But I got to missing your mama
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| And I got to missing you too
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| So I went back to painting for my old man
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| And I guess that’s what I’ll always do
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| So don’t let 'em take who you are boy
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| And don’t try to be who you ain’t
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| And don’t let me catch you in Kendale
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| With a bucket of wealthy man’s paint
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| Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit
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| Don’t ever say your car is broke
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| Don’t sing with a fake British accent
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| Boy don’t act like your family’s a joke
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| Have fun, but stay clear of the needle
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| Call home on your sister’s birthday
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| Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus
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| Don’t give it away
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| Don’t give it away |