Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself
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You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
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Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar
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It never left my arms till I was almost grown
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I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son
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But my mind was packed and gone and headed south
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Momma said I'll pray for you then she said goodbye
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To the only one out of seven that didn't work out
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Now I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music
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Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week
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Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy
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When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap
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[ guitar ]
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Well I ain't done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home
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Just another night club singer with a real good band
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If a jealous woman don't kill me and momma keeps on prayin'
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Someday I might be more than what I am
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Now I'm way down hear in Dixie...
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When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap
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Workin' Cheap
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| Waylon Jennings |
