| You can tell how I’m getting on
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| My girl she ran off with a lesbian
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| Tax man is investigating me
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| And I lost my house and the family
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| How many times do I have to tell you?
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| Yeah, I’m doing real-real fine
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| And that wasn’t me down at the soup kitchen
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| Standing in line
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| Yeah, I’m a man robbed of his dignity
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| I’m a man robbed of his soul
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| Yeah, I guess my old daddy was right
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| I shoulda — stayed away from that rock ‘n' roll
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| Well, my clothes, they may seem a little dirty
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| And my shoes seen too many years
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| My Armani suit’s down at the cleaners
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| And yes, I’ll take another beer
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| I used to be a free spirit
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| The whole world out there was mine
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| But that’s been and gone
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| It’s been gone a long long time
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| Yeah, I’m a man robbed of his dignity
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| I’m a man robbed of his soul
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| Yeah, I guess my old daddy was right
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| I shoulda — stayed away from that rock ‘n' roll
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| You can tell how I’m getting on
|
| My girl she ran off with a lesbian
|
| Tax man is investigating me
|
| And I lost my house and the family
|
| I used to be a free spirit
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| The whole world out there was mine
|
| But that’s been and gone
|
| It’s been gone a long long time
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| Yeah, I’m a man robbed of his dignity
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| I’m a man robbed of his soul
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| Yeah, I guess my old daddy was right
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| I shoulda — stayed away from that rock ‘n' roll |