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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
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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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