Billy and me were the best kind of friends
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We were drinking every night
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And most every night Billy¡¯d keep the good times rollin¡¯
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But every once in a while he¡¯d get a look in his eye
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Like he was lost and he couldn¡¯t go on
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He¡¯d just say:
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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Billy and me we¡¯d take the Southside bus
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¡®bout once in every week
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He¡¯d leave me in the bar and then he¡¯d go off strollin¡¯
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He¡¯d be back in an hour with money to burn
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But he¡¯d never say where he¡¯d been to
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He¡¯d just say:
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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There is a desert where no life does move
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There is a darkness where no light does shine
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Nobody can take your first step out of there
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You got to do it yourself, you got to do it yourself
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Friday night I was waitin¡¯ in the Southside bar like before
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Two, three hours went by Billy still wasn¡¯t showin¡¯
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You know when I found him he was hurt real bad
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And bleedin¡¯ like I have never seen
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He just said:
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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It ain¡¯t easy sometimes to see where you¡¯re goin¡¯
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Call out your doctor, call out your nurse,
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Call out your preacher too
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You can call out your doctor, call out your nurse,
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Call out your preacher too
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But the will to live, you got to do that yourself
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There¡¯s no other way
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The will to live, you got to do that yourself
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Do It Yourself (Desert Song)
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Mike Heron |