Days are short, and I ain't down
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The sun is on the hill
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Looking in my suitcase for a friend
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The door was opened wide
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You know I lost a little pride
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And inside it was just another man
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CHORUS:
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Every day another man reaches out his hand
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Every moment there's a shifting in the sand
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Every whisper in the wind
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Brings a good man back again
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Settle me down in my dreams tonight
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Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away
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Lots of folks will tell you that
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A man can go thru' life
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Taking what he wants along the way
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But until all men are freed
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Each one gets but what he needs
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The experience of living every day
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CHORUS
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I woke up this morning
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I awoke upon my knees
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Crying oo-wee, I don't know where I am
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I feel just like a clown
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Every time I move around
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Because, after all, I'm just another man
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Days Are Short
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| Arlo Guthrie |
