Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)
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The man in the bed isn’t me
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Now I slipped out the door and I’m runnin’ free
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Young and wild like I’ll always be
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No the man in the bed isn’t me.
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And these tremblin’ hands, they’re not mine
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Now my hands are strong and steady all the time
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They can swing a sledge hammer or soothe a baby that’s cryin’
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These trembling hands, they’re not mine.
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Now the nurse over there doesn’t know
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That I ain’t some helpless old so-and-so
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I could have broken her heart not that long ago
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Now the nurse over there doesn’t know.
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That the man in the bed isn’t me
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‘Cause I slipped out the door and I’m runnin’ free
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Young and wild like I’ll always be
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The man in the bed isn’t me.
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I’m the man I’ve always been
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I’m the kid who rode the rails through the Great Depression
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I fought in the big war and marched for the Union
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I’m the man I’ve always been.
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So don’t believe what the doctors say
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They’re just makin’ things up so they can get paid
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Yeah, and it ain’t me they’re talkin’ about anyway
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So don’t believe what the doctors say.
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‘Cause the man in the bed isn’t me
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Well I slipped out the door and I’m finally free
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Young and wild like I’ll always be
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No the man in the bed isn’t me
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No the man in the bed isn’t me
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No the man in the bed isn’t me.
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The Man in the Bed
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| Dave Alvin |
