| Honey, take care of the children
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| Make them do as they’re told
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| I got a meeting in the morning
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| Down at the end of the Goode’s Field Road
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| Nothing much for a man in my position
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| A man like me won’t last too long in prison
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| And all them friends down at Police Department
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| Will act like they never had anything to do with me
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| I started out down at the junk yard
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| Taking orders from a moron
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| And a man my size don’t like taking orders
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| From anyone
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| Then I bought myself an old beat-up wrecker
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| And built an empire with my labor, brains, and sweat
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| But it’s hard to make an honest living
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| And a man takes any help he gets
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| Nothing much for a man in my position
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| A second mortgage and three college kids' tuition
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| And all them friends that I helped along the way
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| Will act like they never had anything to do with me
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| Will act like they never had anything to do with me
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| But you and me, we had us some good times
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| And I’ve always been a family man deep down
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| Ain’t much a believer for hired work from «out of state»
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| But they’ll be asking questions when I’m found
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| They’ll be asking questions when I’m found
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| Honey, take care of the children
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| Pay the house off when the salvage yard gets sold
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| And you don’t know nothing when the insurance man asks questions
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| 'Bout what went down at the Goode’s Field Road
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| 'Bout what went down
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| 'Bout what went down
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| 'Bout what went down at the Goode’s Field Road |