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Sometimes |
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I go walking through the long tall grass |
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Wonder how long hard times will last |
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For this backward soul on a road that god knows where |
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As hard as |
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I try ain't left no track |
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It's not enough to find my way back |
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I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there |
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Chorus Singing why me, oh why me |
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And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall |
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And I say why me, oh why me |
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But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all |
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So I walk on |
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Verse II And |
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I wound up on the capital steps |
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Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes |
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And bury their shoes in the country club blues |
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And who got who by the short hairs |
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Standing there in their high dollar suits |
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Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots |
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And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere |
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God it follows me everywhere |
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Chorus Playing why me, oh why me |
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All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law |
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And I sing why me, oh why me |
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I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog |
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So I walk on |
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Verse III |
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Now I ain't |
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Jesus, but |
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I can relate |
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To a man looking death square in the face |
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Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane |
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To his holy father he raised his eyes |
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In his darkest hours he cried |
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Please would you take this cup from me |
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Chorus Praying why me, oh why me |
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Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there |
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When I say why me, oh me |
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I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there |
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So I walk on, |
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I rock on |
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Even when |
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I'm singing, why me, |
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I rock on |
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Even when |
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I'm singing, why me, |
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I rock on |
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Even when |
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I'm singing, why me |
