| Stubborn little man
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| Did a little hands on a worn out tire
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| He’s just like his dad
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| Proud that he had it set aside
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| Until that day
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| Many came and took his life
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| Ditzy campaign
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| Til the rains washed away
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| His beautiful plan
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| His beautiful plan
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| His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night
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| He ain’t gonna wait for the water what’s right
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| Some folks just don’t last that long
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| And he won’t be dead tonight
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| So he got up
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| Got in his truck and drove around
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| A stroke of bad luck
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| He figured as much
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| It won’t keep him down
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| He found fame
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| He lives in a place near Clearwater still
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| Works on a boat
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| Carries a load cause there’s lots to feel
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| There’s lots to feel
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| His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night
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| He ain’t gonna wait for the water what’s right
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| Some folks just don’t last that long
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| And he won’t be dead tonight
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| A happy old man
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| Did a little hands-on with his knife
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| Sleeps in the coals
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| The pits and the falls that made up his life
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| Now he’s inspired
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| Sits by the fire, how his wisdom sings
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| So much to learn
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| Stories that burn all the joy they bring
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| The joy they bring
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| His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night
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| He ain’t gonna wait for the water what’s right
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| His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night
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| He ain’t gonna wait for the water what’s right
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| Some folks just don’t last that long
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| And he won’t be dead tonight |