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My dad, he had a friend, lowdown till the end |
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Everything he did, it came out wrong |
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No matter how hard he tried |
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He never cheated, he never lied |
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Had a shotgun in his hand when he died |
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Chorus Everybody's got their own way, yeah tomorrow's another day |
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Make of it what you will, as you're climbing up that hill |
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Always be prepared to pay, hey hey |
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I know a man, a guitar in his hand |
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Taught me things |
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I never thought |
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I'd know But the pills and the crystal meth took him to his death |
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All he ever wanted was a song and a sing along |
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Second Chorus |
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Everybody's got their way, tomorrow's another day |
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Make of it what you will, don't forget to get your thrills |
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Always be prepared to pay, hey hey |
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Don't forget where you're from, stick to your guns |
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Always be good to your fellow man |
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Bow your head and pray, every single day |
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Life don't always turn out like you plan |
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Everybody's got their own way, yeah tomorrow's another day |
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Make of it what you will, as you're climbing up that hill |
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Always be prepared to pay, hey hey |
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Always be prapared to pay. |
