Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes
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In this [?]
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When this old beach bum yelled out
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"Come on, play, give me three steps"
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I was beat but I played him one more
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Then I was headed out towards the door
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And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills
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And said, "By the way, I own this bar"
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Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips
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But they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"
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You gotta treat people right on your ride up
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They'll have your back on the way back down
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
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Keeping it real is what it's really about"
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You can count your blessings, count yourself lucky
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But every day you get above ground
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Oh, that ain't about keeping count of what you got
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It's making what you got count
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He grabbed me by the arm and said
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He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story
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About this real rich dude I used to know real well
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He owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up
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He still felt like he was empty as hell"
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He said, "Son, would you believe that
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That dude was me back before I inventoried my life
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Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and some beer
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And, and dispensing some free advice"
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Now treat people right on your ride up
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They'll have your back on the way back down
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
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Keeping it real, that's what it's really about"
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Count your blessings, count yourself lucky
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Every day you get above ground
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'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
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It's making what you got count
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Oh, now I can't recollect how much I collected in my jar
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And tonight I started getting to have a beer with my old friends
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And when he saw those tour buses outside, he said
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Now are your treating people right on your ride up?
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They'll have your back on the way back down
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He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
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Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"
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And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
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They don't come with no dollar or map, no
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'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
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It's making what you got count
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No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got
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No, it all comes down to making what you got count
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Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son
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Tell your friends and be a friend
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Count your blessings, don't count your problems
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Tips
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| Rodney Atkins |
