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Black Water Bride
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Poor Man's Son
Oh here I am three sheets again And I'm spilling my guts to my fans Don't wanna be somethin' you see On the cover of some rag magazine I tell myself I don't need your help And I leave my dreams on that very top shelf You call me lazy Maybe I'm crazy But your condescending words never phase me cuz...
Well I've been down, I'm on the run I've been raised a poor man's only son Feeling like I'm never good enough Paved my road with sweat and not just luck
Well I'm thirty-five And it's do or die And I'm leavin' all this bullshit behind Out on the road Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sell or be sold And I'm trading all this applause for my soul No compromise and no more lies And I've got some words here for the wise Don't live your life through someone's eyes When they can take you or leave you on the roadside
Well I've been down, I'm on the run I've been raised a poor man's only son Feeling like I'm never good enough Paved my road with sweat and not just luck
Well I've been down, I'm on the run I've been raised a poor man's only son Feeling like I'm never good enough Paved my road with sweat and not just luck
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