| Sittin' up all night trying to have a good time
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| Singing my songs and trying to get paid
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| I’ve been roughed up beat up I
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| I’ve been cut I got a tattoo at a tender age
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| Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck
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| With a few friends and a can of mace
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| Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride
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| Raised a lot of hell in my younger days
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| Hey, I can’t help what I say
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| I could be right, I could be wrong
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| It just might hurt but it makes me strong
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| If the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it
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| Well, that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long
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| Yeah, it’s a hard road to choose being good and paying dues
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| But that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long
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| Running hard, running free, never gonna catch me
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| Driving too fast on a black top road
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| Loaded up, hammered back I’ll smack you with my tire jack
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| You better walk away before I carry you home
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| Passing my pig sty sleeping where the dogs lie
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| Anywhere I go is where I call my home
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| Been stoned, been straight, been to hell and heavens gate
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| I got thrown out when they said I didn’t belong
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| Hey, I just keep movin' on
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| I could be right, I could be wrong
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| It just might hurt but it makes me strong
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| Well, if the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it
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| Well, that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long
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| Yeah, it’s a hard road to choose, being good and paying dues
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| But that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long
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| Well, that’s the kind of life I’m living and I plan on living long |