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(Dan Baird) |
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Just a hard luck boy from a hard luck town hard luck story that's goin' around you can make a fool wear a crown prop him up but he falls back down fall back down |
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Everytime |
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I stick out my heart it just gets stepped on |
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I don't want or need your gracious sympathy |
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I don't need to look over my shoulder to see what's coming |
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It's a dark cloud it belongs to me just a hard luck boy from a hard luck town hard luck story that's goin' around you can make a fool wear a crown prop him up but he falls back down everytime |
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I roll the dice they come up box cars it feels just like |
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I've been snakebit since day one |
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You gotta nerve to ask why |
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I don't wear a smile on my face |
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Well, it's hard when you're livin' under the gun (repeat chorus twice) |
