Don’t want no high rise tombstone
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Gonna gather up my things
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Don’t wanna hear you fussin’
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If it is, or if it ain’t
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If it is, or if it ain’t
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And my life needs no witness
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And my burden is my own
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My burden is my own
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I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
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You gotta answer to somebody
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You gotta answer to somebody
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If you didn’t learn, then you didn’t read
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Gonna live with it, gotta live with it, yeah
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What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do
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Gotta answer to somebody
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Answer to somebody
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Gotta answer, answer, yeah
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And I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
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The death row preacher
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Came through the back door to greet her
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Hardly can blame her
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For trusting a one-armed lion-tamer
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She stepped in from a storm
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As dry as a bone
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The preacher thought to himself
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He never takes care of his own
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She said “look what your prayers
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Look what they’ve done to me
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What can your prayers do for me?”
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Preacher said, careful talking to yourself
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‘Cause you may be listening
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Careful talking to yourself
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‘Cause you may be listening
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I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
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I'm In I'm Out And I'm Gone
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| Ben Harper |
