Not an acre on the hillside
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Not a dollar to my name
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My job got shipped off far away from home
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And all the two-time bankers
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All moan and complain
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That's enough, they've got enough for two
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With none left for me and you
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And all you daytime workers
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Your backs breakin' every day
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Ain't but a passing thought in their mind
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And when you're done a-toiling
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Sorry sir, you're on your own
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You don't mind this and you don't mind that
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You surely won't mind dying.
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And the years roll down
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In this dusty town
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It's been worn down hard
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And run away
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And there's a girl beside me
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Lord, she's the one I love
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But I can't buy no flowers or a ring
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And her mama's nice and friendly
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And her daddy wants me dead
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That's the way things go these days
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And that's the way they've been
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And the years roll down
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In this dusty town
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It's been worn down hard
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And run away
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My restless hands are grabbing
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For a time that's never there
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Wishful thinking got me down so low
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And of all my friends and lovers
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I'm the only one left alive
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It echoes through the halls and stairs
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And looks me in the eye
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And the years roll down
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In this dusty town
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It's been worn down hard
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And run away
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And the years roll down
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In this dusty town
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It's been worn down hard
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And run away
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Wrong Way Street
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Trampled By Turtles |