I work at the Big Star on old 405
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I make 6 bucks an hour
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And I work steady nights
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Well it might not be much
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but it's all that I need
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In that little glass booth
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in that highway to dreams
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I was not that good of a student at school
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But this life taught me lessons
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that made me no fool
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Oh my mom and dad raised me
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by that golden rule
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In a world that gets ruthless
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a world that gets cruel
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Fill'er up
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let me check your oil sir
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Cash or card
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let me get your change
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Just turn right
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when you see that big church sign
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Just go straight
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and you'll be on your way
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I had me a girl once
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and my ring she wore
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But her father said she
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could not see me no more
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Oh I know it'd be different
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if I weren't so poor
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So I'm writing these songs
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trying to open some doors
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Well that's enough crying
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over used to be's
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Got to write these songs
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get that girl back to me
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I'm a man with conviction
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I've got things to do
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When that sun starts a rising
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Oh, when that sun starts a rising
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my night shifts are through
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I work at the big star on ol' 405
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Big Star
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| Adam Gregory |
