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Times are a changing |
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But I'm still the same ol' son of a bitch in the wind |
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I act like |
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I did back when |
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I was a kid |
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But it hurts me more than it did back then |
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I go out on the town and make a fool of myself |
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I run around with the same rowdy friends |
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I get drunk and obnoxious |
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And wake up the next day swearin' |
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I'm never drinkin' again |
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Yeah, my grandma still tells me |
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Enough is enough |
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Life ain't a game, son |
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It's time to grow up [CHORUS] |
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Maybe next year, |
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I'll start acting my age |
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Turn a new leaf over my wicked ways |
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Get a real job and start pullin' my weight |
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Only 365 days |
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Until I change my ways |
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I dress like a slob |
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I never tuck in my shirt |
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I let it hang over my baggy jeans |
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I wear an old baseball cap on the top of my head |
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With the logo of my favorite team |
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Still got the same dirty mouth that |
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I've had Since my first cousin taught me to cuss |
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And I just quit my 9 to 5 occupation |
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To play a whole bunch of songs |
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I made up |
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Yeah, I'm a big ol' kid |
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But I ain't ashamed ' |
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Cause when the time comes around |
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I know I can change [CHORUS] |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll quit blowin' all of the cash |
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Start working out and get off of my ass |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll quit putting off all the chores |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll visit my grandparents more |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll go back to church and repent |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll pick up my |
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Bible again |
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I ought to straighten up |
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And there's no better time than now |
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To kick all the habits |
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That are bringin' me down |
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Maybe next year |
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I won't be singin' the blues |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll start telling the truth |
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Maybe next year |
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I won't stay drunk all the time |
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Maybe next year |
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I'll have a little more peace of mind |
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And maybe next year |
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I won't be so sad when |
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I'm alone |
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Maybe next year |
