| Yeah I was young, like an old gunslinger
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| Shooting my finger off to every and any one
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| Come and try to slow me down
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| Yeah but it was fun, we were drunk as sailors sons
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| Me and my band and my brothers
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| Mad fool and man we were cool
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| Yeah we were almost perfect
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| Sure nothing would hurt us
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| Heroes in our hometown… Yeah
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| And I was, ready to take on the world
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| Yeah and I thought it was nothing but money and Pretty girls
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| I was bind to the game, I sang the wrong song
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| And disappeared for way too long
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| But I finally found my way home
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| There come a time in every man’s life
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| He defines himself staring in the mirror asking God for help
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| For at least a humble home
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| But it felt so good and I thought it would last
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| But it comes like a train when he leaves just as fast… Yeah
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| Yeah and I was, ready to take on the world
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| Yeah and I thought it was nothing but money and pretty girls
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| I was bind to the game, I sang the wrong song
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| And disappeared for way too long
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| But I finally found my way home. |
| Yeah
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| Yeah I finally found my way home
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| Oh Yeah, home sweet home |