| Well I’ve got an old friend, he’s wilder than you are
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| I don’t understand how he stays on his feet
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| Just when you’re thinking he’s gonna go too far
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| He pulls it all in and he don’t miss a beat
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| He’s walked beside me, he’s never denied me
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| If hee had to hide me then by God he would
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| One thing he taught that I carry inside me
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| We all got where we are as fast as we could
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| Saints are just sinners who never quit tryin'
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| Losers are winners who pick their own day
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| And we’re all just beginners when it comes time for dyin'
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| But rest your mind easy 'cause you’ll die anyway
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| Well I heard of this poet, come hell or high water
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| Wrote a new poem a day every day of the week
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| I asked what if some days don’t work like they oughta
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| He said I lower my standards and I get me some sleep
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| So you judges and juries and wild vigilantes
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| If you got my number, my number’s been changed
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| Me and my woman gonna lay around this shanty
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| Keep makin' love 'til that’s all that remains
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| Rest your mind easy 'cause you’ll die… anyway |