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Oh, little |
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Johnny walked 'cross the border last night |
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Runnin' from the guitar store |
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He took a left [Incomprehensible] sittin' alright |
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And he ain't takin' nothin' no more, no more |
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Everybody knows it's a hard time |
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Livin' with hate and a-greed |
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Most folks earn what they get for a livin' |
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Others just steal what they need |
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Down on the corner already talkin' |
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Where they gonna put that take |
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I'm outta here just workin' for a dollar |
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And all I wanna do is stomp and holler |
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Oh eighteen years, eighteen years |
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That's a long ol' time to be |
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Sin-faced style, stoned in your alley |
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Wonderin' how to get to that shiny seat |
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Everybody knows it's a hard time |
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Livin' on minimum wage |
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Ah, some people are just gonna sneak on through |
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Others gonna rattle that cage |
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One of these days gonna find my way |
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Or else just disappear |
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I'm outta here in a |
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Phil Benz squalor |
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All I wanna do is stomp and holler[Incomprehensible], ache 'em all |
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Listen to the young girls scream |
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Every time |
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I get a little bit luck |
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You gotta wake up on my poor man's dream |
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Every mornin' knows how we get there |
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After all this trouble and strife |
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Them all I've seen, only get one shot |
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What you gonna do in this life? |
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Ah, what the hell, yes |
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I might as well |
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Just take a chance and try my way[Incomprehensible] |
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Where I'm only wet and taller |
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And all I wanna do is stomp and holler |
