| Buyin' a pack of Winston Lights
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| At the news stand and five and dime
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| I caught a borrowed glance at the problems of the world
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| Everything either too high or low
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| Am I country enough or too rock-n-roll
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| And God bless poor Anna Nicole
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| Can’t find no shelter from the storm that’s coming on
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| Yeah stick together, or just die like the other dogs
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| I just can’t weather this feeling like I don’t belong
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| In the midst of helter skelter, I just can’t find no shelter for The Wolf
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| Oh, no no
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| I keep on writing my songs to sing, along this two bit smoke parade
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| I never wanted the money, and I never wanted fame
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| Like everyone else who rides my name
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| Who’s poised to push right me in front of that train
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| And make out like pirates, while I sink in the rain
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| Can’t find no shelter from the storm that’s coming on
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| Yeah stick together, or just die like the other dogs
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| I can’t weather this feeling like I don’t belong
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| Oh, the midst of helter skelter, I just can’t find no shelter for The Wolf
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| Ohhh, no no nooo
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| No, na no, na no, na no, na no, na no, no
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| I just can’t find no shelter for The Wolf
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| Oh, no shelter, from the storm that’s coming on
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| Yeah stick together, or just die like the other dogs
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| Oh, I just can’t weather, this feeling like I don’t belong
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| Oh, the midst of helter skelter, I just can’t find no shelter
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| Oh, the midst of helter skelter, I just can’t find no shelter for The Wolf |