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Yeah well no one really understands, |
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A shopping cart is filled with cans, |
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And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn |
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And a poster and some magazines |
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With my picture, and some magic beans |
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And a blanket that I got when I was born |
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Different people do the same things everyday |
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And I just look the other way |
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But I keep on rollin',I keep on rollin'..... |
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I deny a problem with my attitude |
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Cause I will work for food |
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Yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'..... |
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I wasn't always pararnoid, |
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Sang a song on Uncle Floyd, |
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But the records, never sold, and that was bad. |
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And my Mommy still took care of me, |
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Till I was almost thirty-three |
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Now she's gone up to heaven, to see Dad. |
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Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves |
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Gimme thirty days to leave |
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And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'..... |
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No one wants to pay for me my broken heart |
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So now I've got this shopping cart |
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And I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin'.... |
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On..on,and on,and on,and on,and on... |
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Yeah well no one really understands, |
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A shopping cart is filled with cans, |
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And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn |
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And a poster and some magazines |
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With my picture, and some magic beans |
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And a blanket that I got when I was born |
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Different people do the same things everyday |
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I just look the other way |
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And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'.... |
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And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'... |
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On...on,and on and on,and on,and on... |
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On,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on and on and on... |
