| For what it’s worth
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| A nickels just a nickel son
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| Your pleasure becomes your pain
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| It’s gonna hurt
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| Your out on the road
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| Your just an old horse walking alone
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| Shaken off the miles been rode
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| Pardon me
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| Through the valley of the shadows
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| Wickedness unravels
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| Some crooked man
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| Dealing cards to an honest man
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| Stealing up all his farming land
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| It’s a damn shame
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| His oldest son is starving now
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| There ain’t no mule to pull the plow
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| There ain’t no rain
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| Cause all the crops are burning dry
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| Except for the tear in his mama’s eye
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| In her eye
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| Everything is fine
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| With one touch
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| The water turns to rust
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| Tell me who is there to trust
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| Anymore
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| Your falling fast
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| You’re just a rock in glass
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| Running from your shattered past
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| For what it’s worth
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| Said a nickels just a nickel son
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| Your pleasure becomes your pain
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| It’s gonna hurt
|
| Your out on the road
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| Your just an old horse walking alone
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| Shaken off the miles been rode
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| Pardon me
|
| Through the valley of the shadows
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| Wickedness unravels
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| With one touch
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| Said the water turns to rust
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| Tell me who is there to trust
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| Anymore
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| When your falling fast
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| You’re just a rock in glass
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| Running from your shattered past
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| Tell me all you need
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| Is a guitar string and a bended knee
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| A country boy, that’s all you need to be
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| Think I’m in tune
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| Always gotta be a fucking train
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| Sometimes I can’t recall
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| What’s left of me
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| Laughter on my back been peeled on off
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| And the past is always catching up with me
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| But I’m tired of stepping on memories and walking on
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| If you could only see the best in me
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| I wouldn’t have to pick the guitar or write you a song
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| But you only be what you can see
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| And I guess the heart don’t always come with the soul
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| I think I’ll go on and call my mama
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| Tell her I loving you if I ever did ever drove me away
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| It wasn’t that I didn’t want to stick around
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| Just I couldn’t find the courage in the bottom of the bottle to stay
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| Well around my old man cleared up
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| Well then tell him that everything will be okay
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| And even if you can’t give up on the drinking
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| Well I guess I couldn’t either and I still gonna love you anyways
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| Well I called my sister out in vegas
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| Well and tell her to roll the dice for me
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| And if you help me I’ll help you roll you a seven
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| Well I hope you can buy you a pretty house out in la
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| This is the best in me
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| This is the best in me |