| I moved into the city well because, because, because
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| It sure was loud and gritty and it sure was what it was
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| I moved out to the suburb and I keep on paying bills
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| I’ve been here twenty years and I guess I’ll be here till
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| I’m knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey
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| I ride along the ever-sprawling thoroughfares of town
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| But no familiar face I see while riding round and round
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| And who are all these people living here like kings and queens
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| And what are all these private gated subdivision things
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| And I’m knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey
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| My sister had a baby, but it’s not as cute as her
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| Why might that had happen, tell me how could that occur
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| My daughter says I am crazy ‘cause I can’t make up my mind
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| I can of course it takes me just-a longer length of time
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| I’m knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey
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| Knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey
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| Walk down by the river where a mole has blindly been
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| Feel the ground beneath your feet go slowly sinking in
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| A flock of geese cries over like a rusty sounding hinge
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| Well summer’s all but gone, it is the end of quite a binge
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| I’m knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey
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| Knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
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| I’m thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey |