| You got a car, a wife, a gal downtown
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| You got a place to lay your body down
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| You got money in your pocket, you can eat a round of crust
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| But a man is just a handful of dust
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| You take the best of everything I’ve got
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| Then take it all, still want I don’t know what
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| But you’re a star about to tumble, a balloon about to bust
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| But a man is just a handful of dust
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| Lovin' livin' ain’t enough
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| Devil-driven graveyard stuff
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| High is flyin', play the clown
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| Ain’t no flyin' six feet down
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| Ain’t no place worth goin' ain’t already been
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| No sin worth sinnin' ain’t already sinned
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| You get thunder in your lovin' and lightnin' in your lust
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| But a man is just a handful of dust |