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(Verse 1) |
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I've got a very troubled mind |
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Ten feet to go |
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Ten feet behind |
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I know I give my time |
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But it's a long way down the line |
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Lately I'm scared of being alive |
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I've got my own dog barkin' when I walk inside |
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Though what's the use of holding my pride |
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I've only got one shot |
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At being alive |
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[:: CHORUS ::] |
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I'm in some head high water |
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Whiskey water |
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I told my father I'd carry on his name |
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With my sons and daughters |
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Raise them taller(?) |
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And I hang my head beneath the tin roof rain |
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When I get through |
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These fur coat blues |
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[:: VERSE 2 ::] |
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I though awhile about what to do |
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I had me a case of them fur coat blues |
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But that ain't nothin' new |
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I've been here a time or two |
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Lately I'm scared of being alive |
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I've got this hesitation and it's running wild |
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But what's the use of living in doubt |
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I've only got one shot |
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Till my time runs out |
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[:: CHORUS ::] |
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I'm in some head high water |
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Whiskey water |
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I told my father I'd carry on his name |
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With my sons and daughters |
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Raise them taller(?) |
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And I hang my head beneath the tin roof rain |
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When I get through |
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These fur coat blues |
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When I get through |
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These fur coat blues |
