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Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man, |
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I'm just a poor boy doin' the best that I can |
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I've been stepped upon and pushed around, yes, I have |
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You can tie me up, but never tie me down |
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Well, I was drivin' around, tryin' to find a place |
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To get a beer and some cigarettes |
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Pullin' up behind me, not afraid to flirt |
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There's a girl in a red Corvette |
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I saw in her face that she wanted to race |
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So I let my car out of jail |
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Man, I blew it, before I knew it |
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The Feds were on my tail |
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I knew it were trouble, but didn't wanna stop |
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I couldn't forget that girl |
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My dashboard slick from alcohol |
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And my head still in a whirl |
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Just a country boy in the city lights |
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Tryin' to have some fun |
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But the Man behind me didn't wanna play |
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He pulled out a gun |
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Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man... |
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Well, I had it comin', I hit the wall |
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And my car went up in flames |
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My head got hammered, thrown in the slammer |
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No one but me to blame |
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That's my story, ain't much glory |
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But I know I paid my dues |
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One thing I know in my heart and soul |
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I ain't never gonna lose |
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Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man... |
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They say I might be goin' crazy |
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Hey, what else can I do? |
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Hey, my, my |
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Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man... |
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Hey, hey, Mr. Government Man |
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Don't you push me around no more |
