Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass
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Wonder how long hard times will last
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For this backward soul on a road that god knows where
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As hard as I try ain't left no track
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It's not enough to find my way back
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I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there
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Chorus
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Singing why me, oh why me
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And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall
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And I say why me, oh why me
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But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all
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So I walk on
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Verse II
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And I wound up on the capital steps
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Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
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And bury their shoes in the country club blues
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And who got who by the short hairs
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Standing there in their high dollar suits
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Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots
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And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
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God it follows me everywhere
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Chorus
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Playing why me, oh why me
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All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law
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And I sing why me, oh why me
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I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog
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So I walk on
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Verse III
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Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate
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To a man looking death square in the face
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Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane
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To his holy father he raised his eyes
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In his darkest hours he cried
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Please would you take this cup from me
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Chorus
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Praying why me, oh why me
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Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there
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When I say why me, oh me
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I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there
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So I walk on, I rock on
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Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
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Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
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Even when I'm singing, why me
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Why Me
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