| I’m better with my muscles
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| Than I am with my mouth
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| I worked the fairgrounds in the summer
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| And go pick fruit down south
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| And when I’m feel them chilly winds
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| Where the weather goes I follow
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| Pack up my traveling things go with the swallows
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| And I might get lucky now and then
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| You win some, you might get lucky now and then
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| You win some
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| I wake up every morning
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| Keep on eye on what I spent
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| Gotta think about eating
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| Gotta think about paying the rent
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| I always think it’s funny
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| It gets me everytime
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| I wonder about the happiness and money
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| Tell it to the breadline
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| But you might get lucky now and then
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| You win some, you might get lucky now and then
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| You win some
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| Now I’m rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be
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| Think I just lay me down under this old tree
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| On and on we go through this old world of shuffling
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| If you got a truffle dog, you can go truffling
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| But you might get lucky now and then
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| You win some, you might get lucky now and then
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| You win some |