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Tryin', tired, but I'm tryin'This hill I've been climbin'No, I can't see the topOld man, can he help me understandWhy I'm on this planet?How do you know when to stop?Workin' for a dollarWell, that's how you make a man feel brokeWorkin' for a dollarThat's the only thing I knowJust drive an old FordCount blessings and praise the LordHave less, make you feel like moreLeave work at the front doorWork hard and you get paidDon't give 'em your best daysOnly so many left to saveSome of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em forPatience, I've run out of patienceI need a vacation, I need out of this shiftSkydive, maybe see how fast I can driveToo young to not feel alive, and I'm caught in a ditchPassin' me a bottleOld man starts rollin' his own smokeSays he lost me a dollarHere's the only thing I knowJust drive an old FordCount blessings and praise the LordHave less, make you feel like moreLeave work at the front doorWork hard and you get paidDon't give 'em your best daysOnly so many left to saveSome of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em forOnce you found your loveYou hold them close and say your nameNo amount of money's gonna make you feel the sameCan't you see? Can't you see?Just drive an old FordCount blessings and praise the LordHave less, make you feel like moreLeave work at the front doorWork hard and you get paidDon't give 'em your best daysOnly so many left to saveSome of 'em up for the ones worth savin' 'em for
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