| Well I got years of livin'
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| By and how I choose
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| Ain’t never been a gambler
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| 'Cause I’s always bound to lose
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| My buddies, they drink liquor
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| Sometimes I’ll go along
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| I got a girl who don’t like that at all
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| Well, you know I wouldn’t fight
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| If these guys wouldn’t shove me
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| Now I can’t go home
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| 'Cause my baby, she don’t love me
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| There ain’t no use in tryin' anymore
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| Well, last week or so
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| I woke up in a cell
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| Don’t know how I got there
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| But my head, it hurt like hell
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| The guard already knew my name
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| Before I came inside
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| I got a girl who don’t like that at all
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| Well, you know I wouldn’t fight
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| If these guys wouldn’t shove me
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| Now I can’t go home
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| 'Cause my baby, she don’t love me
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| There ain’t no use in tryin' anymore
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| Well, I guess some guy downtown
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| Come pushin' me around
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| So I let one loose and left that fella'
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| Lyin' on the ground
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| I got a girl who don’t like that at all
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| Well, you know I wouldn’t fight
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| If these guys wouldn’t shove me
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| Now I can’t go home
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| 'Cause my baby, she don’t love me
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| There ain’t no use in tryin' anymore
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| No, there ain’t no use in tryin' anymore
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| There ain’t no use in tryin' anymore |