| He said, beer works but liquor’s quicker
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| And he shot down that whiskey straight
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| He said, I ain’t no one but the secret is
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| Son, you gotta get out of your own way
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| I said, my job sucks
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| I got a broke down truck
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| And I feel like I’m spinning my wheels
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| As the pool balls clicked
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| He pulled a Lucky from his lips
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| And said son here’s the deal
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| This ain’t about easy, it’s about tough
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| It’s about leaving the house 'fore the sun comes up
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| The kickin', the cussin', the fussin', the fightin'
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| Stayin' in love when the money gets tight
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| When you start in this world
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| With a wide eyed girl
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| And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
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| I know one thing, it ain’t about easy
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| He looked at me
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| From underneath his BFW cap
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| He said, you’re young and green
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| And full of dreams
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| What I wouldn’t give for that
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| I said yea, but you know I ain’t thirty years old
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| And I feel like I’ve run out of breath
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| He said welcome to life son and you ain’t alive
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| If you ain’t breakin' a sweat
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| This ain’t about easy, it’s about tough
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| It’s about leaving the house 'fore the sun comes up
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| The kickin', the cussin', the fussin', the fightin'
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| Stayin' in love when the money gets tight
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| When you start in this world
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| With a wide eyed girl
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| And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
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| I know one thing, it ain’t about easy
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| Well, I payed his tab
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| And told him I was going home
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| He said son, just remember
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| The highs are higher than the low, the low
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| This ain’t about easy, it’s about tough
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| It’s about leaving the house 'fore the sun comes up
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| The kickin', the cussin', the fussin', the fightin'
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| Stayin' in love when the money gets tight
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| When you start in this world
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| With a wide eyed girl
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| And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
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| I know one thing, it ain’t about easy
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| It ain’t about easy |