| «My father dead and gone,» he said, «that poor old stubborn man,
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| spent his whole life arguing with that red clay Georgia land.
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| Finally got so weak an' all he could not even walk,
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| It all went down from there an' I swear, he could not even talk.
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| Hey, life’ll wear you down now dude an' time will take it’s toll,
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| tryin' t' rock while I can rock, I’m tryin' t' roll while I can roll.»
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| «My father met my ma, they almost married on the spot,
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| turned eighteen in church an' moved in right back on the lot.
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| An' all them workyears later she’s the only gal he’d known,
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| it might be fine for him but I got lightnin' in my bones.
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| I dreamed a thousand dreams, I got travelin' in my soul.
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| Tryin' t' rock while I can rock, I’m tryin' t' roll while I can roll.»
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| «They laughed at me at school an' said that I always ate too fast.
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| That’s just what it got to when you’d always wound up last.
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| I’ve always been the smallest in a house a seven kids, I,
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| never got my share back there, no matter what I did.
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| Now I’m off an' runnin' boys with two good simple goals,
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| tryin' t' rock while I can rock, I’m tryin' t' roll while I can roll.»
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| Instrumental… harmonica… 17 seconds…
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| «Well I’m sailin' off for England soon, I’m workin' on a boat,
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| see this whole wide world before I’m old enough to vote.
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| I might write home to mama but I sure won’t tell it all.»
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| He grabbed his Guns n' Roses cap an' walked on down the hall, yeah,
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| «On your feet an' fine.» |
| he said, «And the next damn day you’re old,
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| tryin' t' rock while I can rock, I’m out t' roll while I can roll.»
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| Instrumental… harmonica… 14 seconds…
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| Oh yeah! |