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I'm moving out of tombstone |
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Yeah with the sun behind my back |
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I'm tired of people talking of things |
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That I lack |
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Ever since a week ago |
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The day he passed away |
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I've been taking too much notice |
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Of the things they've had to say |
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And all they say is you ain't |
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Half the man he used to be |
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He had strength and he worked his life |
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To feed his family |
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So if that's the way it has to be |
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I'll say goodbye to you |
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Though I'm not the guy or so it seems |
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To fill my old man's shoes |
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Like I'm a wicked way of life |
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The kind that should be tamed |
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They'd like to see me locked in jail |
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And tied up in their chains |
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Oh it's hard and I can't see |
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What they want me to do Lord, Lord ? |
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They seem to think |
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I should step into the old man's shoes |
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Like I'm a wicked way of life |
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The kind that should be tamed |
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They'd like to see me locked in jail |
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And tied up in their chains |
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Oh it's hard and I can't see |
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What they want me to do Lord, Lord? |
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They seem to think |
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I should step into the old man's shoes |
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Like I'm a wicked way of life |
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The kind that should be tamed |
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They'd like to see me locked in jail |
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And tied up in their chains |
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Oh it's hard and I cannot see |
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What they want me to do Lord, Lord? |
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They seem to think |
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I should step into the old man's shoes |
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Like I'm a wicked way of life |
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The kind that should be tamed |
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They'd like to see me locked in jail |
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And tied up in their chains |
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Oh it's hard and I cannot see |
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What they want me to do Lord, Lord? |
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They seem to think |
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I should step into the old man's shoes |
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Wrong I said |
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Like I'm a wicked way of life |
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The kind that should be tamed |