| Poor boy-hailed from Mississippi
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| Had dreams beyond just a family
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| Left home when he was just seventeen
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| Never even looked back till he was twenty three
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| By then he’d been through the ringer
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| Made himself a name as a singer
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| Read about in all of the papers
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| How the boy got lost in the vapors
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| Ego is a muscle-just add fame and watch it swell
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| Lot of things have changed since the old days
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| God bless the fool who gets in your way
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| Too much time living with your own disease
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| Too many lines blurring out the boundaries
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| Lost friends fallen by the wayside
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| Lost lovers take it all in stride
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| Eyes closed? |
| still it should be plain to see
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| You’re not the boy that you used to be
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| Ego is a muscle-just add fame and watch it swell
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| Do the Hattiesburg Hustle, shuffle 'em off to Hell
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| Take me back in time
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| Show me things as they were
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| Let my soul unwind
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| Take me to the place where things ain’t such a blur
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| Poor boy-hailed from Mississippi
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| Had dreams beyond just a family
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| Ego is a muscle-just add fame and watch it swell
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| Do the Hattiesburg Hustle, shuffle 'em off to Hell
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| Shuffle 'em off to Hell
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| Shuffle 'em off to Hell
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| Shuffle 'em off to Hell |