| Carhart jacket on 5: 30 AM
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| Feeling like the ace of spades
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| Fifteen years old, work till the sun comes
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| Then I’m off to school again
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| Working my back as a young man
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| Taught me I’d rather work my mind
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| So we’d cop a little smoke
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| And crack a couple jokes
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| Just trying to learn to survive
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| I wanted to work to live
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| No not just live to work
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| I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my T-shirt
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| Was a young man singin' an old man’s song
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| Payin' with my last dimes
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| But working to live beats living to work
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| Anytime
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| I had a teacher
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| She told my mother that she better find me a trade
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| Because boys like me well we all grow up
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| To be long term guests of the state
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| Now I worked hard because I had to
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| I never found much luck
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| Till' I built my world
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| Round' a Georgia girl
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| Who told me that I was enough
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| I wanted to work to live
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| No not just live to work
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| I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my t-shirt
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| Was a young man singing an old man’s song
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| Paying with my last dimes
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| But working to live beats living to work
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| Anytime
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| Sometimes at night I wake with a shiver
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| Sweat soaking clean through my sheets
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| Then I remember I am who I am
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| Not who they said I would be
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| And I wasn’t born with nothin'
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| Cept' a voice and common sense
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| Maybe that’s why I took off runnin'
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| The first chance that I had
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| I wanted to work to live
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| No not just live to work
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| I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my T-shirt
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| Was a young man singing an old man’s song
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| Paying with my last dimes
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| But working to live beats living to work
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| Anytime
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| Oh working to live beats living to work
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| Anytime |