| He was a small-town southern boy born and bred
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| A credit to his hardworking mother and dad
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| A clutch of diplomas and a uniform
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| Served his country then he shipped back home
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| Hung out his shingle but it didn’t take
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| He had real big dreams that he could not shake
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| Left that town with his hand on his heart
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| Ready for his oath and his life to start
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| Ah, he just can’t lose
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| He’s all over the news
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| Battin' sweet baby blues
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| It’s the American way
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| To hell with the truth
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| He’s suckin' up to the dude
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| He’s an American stooge
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| And maybe he likes it that way
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| Once he stood at a fork in the road
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| Scratchin' his head which way to go
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| Power on his left, conscience on his right
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| A soul in the balance in a knockdown fight
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| When he’s not kissin' the ring and levelin' threats
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| He’s proud to be your favorite hypocrite
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| Polishin' sound bites for the folks at home
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| A moth to a flame and a microphone
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| I just can’t lose
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| I’m all over the news
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| Battin' my sweet baby blues
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| It’s the American way
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| To hell with the truth
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| I’m suckin' up to the dude
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| I’m an American stooge
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| And baby I like it that way
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| We all fall down
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| We all fall down
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| Ah, I just can’t lose
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| And to hell with the truth
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| I’m an American stooge
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| And I like it that way
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| I’m starting to ooze
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| From my head to my shoes
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| I’m an American stooge
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| Don’t care if there’s hell to pay
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| I just can’t lose
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| I’m all over the news
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| Battin' my sweet baby blues
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| It’s the American way
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| To hell with the truth
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| I’m suckin' up to the dude
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| I’m an American stooge
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| And baby I like it that way
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| I like it that way
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| I like it that way
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| I like it that way
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| (A very stable genius) |