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You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23 |
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You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears |
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Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green. |
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Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring. |
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And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know |
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but in case you don't or maybe forgot, I'll lay it out real nice and slow |
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Don't call what your wearing an outfit. Don't ever say your car is broke. |
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Don't worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes. |
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Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister's birthday. |
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Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away. |
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Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park. |
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Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts. |
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But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too. |
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So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that's what I'll always do |
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So don't try to change who you are boy, and don't try to be who you ain't. |
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And don't let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man's paint. |
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Don't call what your wearing an outfit. Don't ever say your car is broke. |
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Don't sing with a fake British accent. Don't act like your family's a joke. |
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Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister's birthday. |
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Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, Don't give it away. |
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Don't give it away |
