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My daddy said |
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"Son, don't you come to me cryin' |
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Cause money don't make you a happy man" |
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He said the grass is always greener |
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Any place except where you stand |
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He said some are born to win |
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And some born to lose |
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And sing them poor boy blues |
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Watch out |
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I've lived uptown, downtown |
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Lord I've lived everywhere |
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Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat I swear |
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I believe it's due time I get my mansion in ole Bel Air |
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[Chorus] |
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But I'm still singin' those poor boy blues |
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Poor boy blues |
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You don't know how I'm feeling baby |
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Until you're wearing my shoes |
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Sure as I'm standing here |
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I got them poor boy blues |
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Friday night I get tanked up |
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And tossed in the local slam |
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At least I get three square meals |
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Until someone gets me out of this jam |
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In the meanwhile all my green |
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Is going to Uncle Sam |
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[Chorus] |
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Walk this dog |
