Faded dreams and blue jeans,
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A Rangers cap with sweat rings,
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There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots.
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Well I've been at it a long time
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Working on that bottom line
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And every shirt I've worn,
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The collar's been blue.
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One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
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And hit the ground runnin'-
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At least that's what I keep telling myself.
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I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
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Warming that bench as chance moves on
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And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
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And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
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And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
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But someday something's gotta give.
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Busted hands and broken land,
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And black gold turned to sand,
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The whiskey's the only well that's running deep.
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Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
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At the mercy of that west Texas wind,
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And the tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more than me.
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Yeah they always find their way right out of town
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They never turn back,
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They keep on rollin' and they don't slow down.
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I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
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Warming that bench as chance moves on
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And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
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And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
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And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
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But someday something's gotta give.
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Ooh, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
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Warming that bench as chance moves on
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And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
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And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
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And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
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But someday something's gotta give.
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Man, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
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Warming that bench as chance moves on
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And believe me, no that ain' no way to live.
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And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
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And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
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But someday something's gotta give.
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Something's gotta give.
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Something's Gotta Give
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Christian Kane |