| I’m pissed off at the number
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| Of people that I meet
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| Who go to shake my hand
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| With a viper up their sleeve
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| They freeze me out all winter
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| Burn me up all summer
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| Try to take my money
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| When I’m desperate and depressed
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| Ain’t it a mess
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| I’ve played for free and paid for
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| The miles on my truck
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| Got no sleep in motels
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| Cause the worry keeps me up
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| It almost drives me crazy
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| Thinking about my baby
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| And how he’s gonna love me
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| If I’m desperate and depressed
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| Can’t get no rest
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| Momma never told me
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| That things would be this way
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| Daddy tried to warn me
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| That there’d be hell to pay
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| If I can’t find the money
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| Then I can’t buy the time
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| I’m stuck here making
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| Someone else’s dime
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| We busked in Sarasota
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| I made twenty-seven bucks
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| I wept for Richard Manuel
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| Thinking I might have his luck
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| You talked behind my back
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| But only stabbed me in the front
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| But don’t think you can hurt me
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| Cause I’m desperate and depressed
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| Ain’t it a mess
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| Please, somebody tell me
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| How to make it stop
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| This world feels like a roller coaster
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| I just can’t get off
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| Tried rehab and probation
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| Tried self-medication
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| But none of that can cure you
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| When you’re desperate and depressed
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| Ain’t it a mess
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| Momma never told me
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| That things would be this way
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| Daddy tried to warn me
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| That there’d be hell to pay
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| But if I can’t find the money
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| Then I can’t buy the lie
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| Oh, ten percent of nothing
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| Ain’t a dime
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| So don’t you try to sell me back what’s mine
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| I’ll be desperate and depressed until I die |