Livin’ Within My Means
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(ron agnew)
Well, I was a poor boy
Just a-kickin around
Eighteen, with a head full a dreams
Took some money back then
Did a year in the pen
For not livin within my means
I worked evry day
I did my time the hard way
I walked out a that place feelin clean
I got a job, a guitar
I bought an old beat-up car
Started livin within my means
Fell in love with a beautiful lady, of sorts
But she was ruthless, restless, and mean
She left me one day
And now Ive had to pay
For not lovin within my means
Then I took to drinkin
To drive her from my mind
And it helps me forget her, it seems
I just drink now and then
Only now Im drunk again
For not drinkin within my means
Now I know that Im dyin
But I dont worry none
cause I know my soul hell redeem
But what bothers me
Unless they bury me free
Is I wont even die within my means
But when the dyins all over
An I come back again
Say to hell with self-pride and esteem
Ill get born in my teens
An Ill stick to my dreams
Try dreamin within my means
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