| Kickin' and screamin'
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| Only way I learn
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| I’m afraid of my own shadow
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| Not the bridge around the turn
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| Well, I lost myself and found myself
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| While you were kissin' ass
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| And I know it’s not your nature
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| Just to let me pass
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| So I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| Singin' till the end
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| You and me and your best friend
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| Upper cut and two left jabs
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| With everything I have
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| Sometimes I am a predator
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| Prowlin' for my life
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| Other times I am a field mouse
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| Running for the sides
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| Of the biggest, flattest corn field
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| Bigger than my Indiana home
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| 'Til the harvest comes along
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| And leaves my tiny bones
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| Singin' till the end
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| Like the Duke recommends
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| For the bleachers in left field
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| I’m gonna go down swingin'
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| Like a blade of steel
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| There’s a scarecrow scarin' nothin'
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| Trumpet player in the barn
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| And he’s puffin' both his cheeks out
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| And he’s liftin' both his arms
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| As he blows his notes to heaven
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| As the preacher dunks you in
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| And all along the river
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| The air is sweet as sin
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| I wanna go down singin'
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| Hallelujah Gabriel
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| I wanna go down singin'
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| Oh, you play the blues so well
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| I wanna go down swingin'
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| Now, three sheets to the wind
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| I wanna go down swingin'
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| Punch drunk to the end, yeah
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| Go down swingin'
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| Go down swingin'
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| Go down swingin', baby |