| Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
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| And I’ll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
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| Tryna write a plot line that you don’t already know
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| 'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio
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| They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream and a couple shows
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| I don’t think they understand how deep loyalty goes
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| For some boys I got in a barn we built out of pure Douglas fir
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| Badly written songs next to horses' shit is what an Okie boy prefers
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| Go on and tell me what you wanna
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| While me and mine do what we’re gonna
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| You can keep your name and burn the cash
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| Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask
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| I feel I’ve lived a thousand lives just to get right where I am
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| Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice turn a child into a man
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| We started this thing grinnin' boys, I think we’ve gotta run
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| The radio man came to fuck it up as he boasts about number ones
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| Go on and tell me what you wanna
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| While me and mine do what we’re gonna
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| You can keep your name and burn the cash
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| Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask
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| Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
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| And I’ll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
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| Tryna write a plot line that you don’t already know
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| 'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio |