(John Kay)
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Thank God for my good woman, you know she is my drivin' wheel
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I praise the lord for my sweet woman and the way she makes me feel
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She's the reason I keep getting up when the world drives me to my knees
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You know they pay me by the hour, they rent by body by the week
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I get my check on Friday, that's when my pockets spring a leak
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Company says it may move south, where people work damn near for free
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Bills keep gettin' higher, our pay's already spent
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Junior wants hundred dollar sneakers and we barely make the rent
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We get up early in the mornin', workin' by the break of day
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Come home dead tired in the evening, fall into bed with nothin' left to say
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Been dodging bullets here this mornin, too many deals, too many fights
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Yes, there was shootin' here for hours, our little girl, she's cried all night
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I get so mad, a man could go crazy, kill everything in sight and sell the movie rights
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Ah, won't you come here little angel, come to your Daddy's arms
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It's all right, all right stop cryin', go back to sleep my precious one
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If it weren't for you and your mama's love, I swear I'd grab the bottle or the gun
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Dodging Bullets
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John Kay |