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Well, I was counting my tips at the |
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Playing Sixes |
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In this [Incomprehensible] |
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When this old beach bum yelled out"Come on, play, give me three steps" |
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I was beat but |
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I played him one more |
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Then I was headed out towards the door |
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And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills |
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And said, "By the way, I own this bar" |
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Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tipsBut they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar" |
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You gotta treat people right on your ride up |
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They'll have your back on the way back down |
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonKeeping it real is what it's really about" |
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You can count your blessings, count yourself lucky |
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But every day you get above ground |
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Oh, that ain't about keeping count of what you got |
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It's making what you got count |
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He grabbed me by the arm and said |
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He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this storyAbout this real rich dude I used to know real wellHe owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all upHe still felt like he was empty as hell" |
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He said, "Son, would you believe thatThat dude was me back before I inventoried my lifeAh, just to live down here, selling shots and some beerAnd, and dispensing some free advice" |
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Now treat people right on your ride up |
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They'll have your back on the way back down |
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonKeeping it real, that's what it's really about" |
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Count your blessings, count yourself lucky |
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Every day you get above ground' |
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Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got |
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It's making what you got count |
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Oh, now I can't recollect how much |
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I collected in my jar[Incomprehensible] |
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And tonight |
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I started getting to have a beer with my old friends |
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And when he saw those tour buses outside, he said |
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Now are your treating people right on your ride up? |
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They'll have your back on the way back down |
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonYeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about" |
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And the best things in life, you can't put a price on |
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They don't come with no dollar or map, no' |
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Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got |
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It's making what you got count |
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No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got |
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No, it all comes down to making what you got count |
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Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son |
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Tell your friends and be a friend |
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Count your blessings, don't count your problems |
