| Never owned a brand new car
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| Never worked in a white collar
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| Never held a woman longer
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| Than I held one single dollar
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| I never went out chasing rainbows
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| ‘Cause there can’t be that much to it
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| Even if I found my pot of gold
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| I know I’d piss right through it
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| I can’t remember ever wanting
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| For one second of my life
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| Even if I did it cost too much
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| To ever pay the price
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| I don’t dance out on the dark side
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| Ain’t no secrets I have to tell
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| So you don’t have to say a prayer for me
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| I just said one for myself
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| I’m living my life
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| Under my terms
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| I’m calling the shots
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| As far as I can see
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| I don’t owe nobody nothing
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| I don’t answer to a soul
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| Might not work for you
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| But it works for me
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| I’ve been bent and bruised and broken
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| And flat busted once or twice
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| I brought most of it upon myself
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| But I never compromised
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| My pride’s too hard to swallow
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| So I’ve chewed a lot of it
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| Mild-mannered and soft-hearted
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| And hard-headed as you get
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| I live out on the back roads
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| Where I walk my country mile
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| And if it’s so good in the city
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| Why don’t anybody smile?
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| The traffic’s always heavy
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| And the air ain’t fit to breathe
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| I ain’t saying that it’s wrong for you
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| It just don’t make sense to me
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| I’m living my life
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| Under my terms
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| I’m calling the shots
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| As far as I can see
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| I don’t owe nobody nothing
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| I don’t answer to a soul
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| Might not work for you
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| But it works for me |