| I pinch my pennies in a mason jar
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| Stashin' all my thoughts for the rainy days
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| See them come and watch them go
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| Redneck drunks and southern belles
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| So pick a card, any card
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| These jokers got no hearts and ten men on the make
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| Bring them in and take them out
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| Another lost soul on Music Row
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| Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
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| Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream
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| Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink
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| It’s a hard, hard religion, channels souls astray
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| Gonna hold on for dear life
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| Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think
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| And gotta hold…
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| Alcatraz doesn’t seem so bad
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| Birdman on the rocks your time’s a waste
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| Tide rolls in and jutters out
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| All washed up, a swollen corpse
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| Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
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| In fantasies break your own rules
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| Insanity is all I see around the room
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| High Sierra station Inn
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| An 8 piece family bluegrass band
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| Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
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| Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream
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| Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink
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| Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think
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| You gotta hold on for dear life
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| So just sit back down and dwell on things
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| No one cares about I gotta hold… |