| I wanna make money to take away my problems
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| But my problems get bigger with the more money I make
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| I wanna find love, but that’s my problem
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| Cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake
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| I wanna spend time with my son, oh, every hour
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| But the money and the problems and the women keep me away
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| I wanna be happy for just one hour
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| But the only time I’m happy anymore is on the stage
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| I get drunk in the morning, I don’t look for afternoons
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| I don’t care if tomorrow never comes
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| I’ve been pushed and kicked around, it seems, my whole life
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| And now I’m tired, Lord, I’m so damn tired inside
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| So let’s rock it with the band, turn this shit up to ten now
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| I got a feeling you’ve been waiting for way too long now
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| And if you’re lookin’for a party you came to the right spot
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| So drink 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock
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| And the band plays
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| And I thank you people for feeling me, I’m feeling you too
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| Oh what a ride it’s been
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| Up and down, all around the world
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| We’ve been, we’re back, you’re here
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| Let’s make the most of our time now
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| And if you get up, I won’t let you down
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| And when the power hits the brain you’ll be feeling it real fine
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| I’m talkin’guitars, car sex and real cheap wine
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| On time and tight, you let me hear it if you want more
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| I got a fifth of good music, if you’re holding out, pour more
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| And I thank you people for feeling me, I’m feeling you too
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| Oh what a ride it’s been
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| Up and down, all around the world
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| We’ve been, we’re back, you’re here
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| Let’s make the most of our time now
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| And if you get up, I won’t let you down
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| Get up, get up, yeah
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| Get up, get up, yeah
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| What a ride, and I thank you, people, thank you |