| Daddy came down with a broken back
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| I don’t believe he’s gonna make it back
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| Momma went looking for something to do
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| And I’m left here with self-centered blues
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| They don’t seem to go away
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| Should’ve saved my money when I was young
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| But I just kept looking for a bit of fun
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| Then the days went by and the years just flew
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| And I’m all caught in self-centered blues
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| They don’t seem to go away
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| I sure made a lot of friends
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| And I watched a lot of good things come to an end
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| Without no water those seeds never grew
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| And I’m left here with self-centered blues
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| I had a friend, he lost track
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| He turned a corner and he didn’t look back
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| Didn’t check the signs, didn’t see the road
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| Now the self-centered blues is all he knows
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| They don’t seem to go away
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| Working hard makes me depressed
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| And I carry round thoughts that I don’t address
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| Now the rain’s coming in
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| Through the holes in my shoes
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| And I’m all caught up in self-centered blues
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| They don’t seem to go away |