Written by Tony Mullins, Tim Nichols and Craig Wiseman
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Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift,
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When I threw my hard hat at him,
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An' suggested the box where he could stick it.
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I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem,
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Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes,
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Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': "Amen."
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'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
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In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
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Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
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You might tell me where to go,
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But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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We buried Daddy just last week at the church to save his soul.
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Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings:
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Spent his whole life diggin' coal.
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I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to fly.
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But that's enough of that stuff, I'm packin' up my truck:
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They can just kiss my butt goodbye.
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'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
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In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
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Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
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You might tell me where to go,
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But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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Instrumental Break.
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'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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(Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.)
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I spent most of my life wrapped up tight,
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In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
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Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
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You might tell me where to go,
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But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
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Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do
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| Van Zant |
