| Sunday morning I heard mama pray
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| From a room I heard her say
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| «Good Lord help my son find his way»
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| «Lord he’s just a country boy»
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| «Thinks the world is great big toy»
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| There ain’t nothin' he can’t do
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| If he wants to
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| He got himself a part time job
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| Saved his money and bought him a guitar
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| Played from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey
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| (He don’t wanna) Go to school no more
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| Don’t do his household chores
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| But I’m a hit, the neighbors biggest sound, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (He's) Got some big ideas
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| He’s talkin' 'bout leavin' here
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| Going to a place called New York City
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| And here’s what he told me
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| Mama, I gotta brand new thing don’t say no
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| Let me go
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| Mama, (Yeah) I gotta brand new thing don’t say no
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| Let me go
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| Mama said, «My son, my son you’re only sixteen»
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| «I know being a star is your dream»
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| «But I think it’s time you stop all this foolin'»
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| «And get to your schoolin'»
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| Living in a state of frustration
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| Stop preachin' that education
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| 'Cause this job is gonna make me a king
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| Above everything else, listen
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| Donned from head to toe
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| First class everywhere we go
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| Just give me a chance to do my thing
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| Mama, I gotta brand new thing don’t say no
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| Let me go
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| Mama, I gotta brand new thing don’t say no
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| Let me go
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| I can see it now
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| Champagne and caviar
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| Black limousine, chauffeured car
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| Trips all around the world
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| And I’ll have my choice of any girl
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| People lined up as far as you can see
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| Standing in line just to see me
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| Money stacking up to the sky
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| There ain’t nothin' that we can’t buy
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| Have a little faith in me
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| Mama I’m sure |