| Hey, hey mama life is a lonely time,
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| For a man who drinks his whiskey by the jar,
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| Now I do believe the life I lead
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| Won’t get me very far
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| I was once told the streets were paved in gold,
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| Now I know them for what they are.
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| Hey, hey mama life has a sweeter sound
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| For a man who lives his life for his dream,
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| Yet he must be aware there are those who care
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| And those who would bring him down,
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| Separate trust from your cut and thrust,
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| The truth can still be found
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| For the crossroads of your life
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| Will lead you almost anywhere,
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| You’ll see tomorrow,
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| Your castles in the air
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| They were never really there.
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| Take the pride from a man
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| You’re left without a meaning,
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| Take the wings from a bird, how can it fly,
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| Give him hope, give him trust and a little understanding,
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| Give him back his pride, you’ll be satisfied.
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| Hey, hey mama life is a lonely time,
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| For a man who drinks his whiskey by the jar,
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| Now I do believe the life I lead
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| It won’t get me very far
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| I was once told the streets, they were paved in gold,
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| Now I know them for what they are. |