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Angry Young Man
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(Steve Earle, John Porter McMeans)
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Got a lot of memories tied up in this place
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So much time spent in so little space
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What looked like the world through the eyes of a child
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Kind of closes in on you after awhile
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It's a place to grow up and a place to grow old
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You keep your mouth shut and you do what you're told
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I told mama the day that I ran
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This ain't no place for an angry young man
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Mama if you could see me right now
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You'd be so sure you failed me somehow
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Mama you never could understand
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There ain't no peace for an angry young man
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A cheap hotel a long way from my home
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So many people make you feel so alone
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Dreams die easy out here in these streets
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And hearts grow cold in the city heat
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I ain't never been the patient kind
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I got to live like I please or die tryin'
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At a filling station with a gun in my hand
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The only way for an angry young man
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Got a lot of memories tied up in this place
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Tonight they're starin' me right in the face
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A lonely grave on the outskirts of town
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It's three in the morning, ain't no one around
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Just like a ghost I come out of the night
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But I'll be gone before the morning light
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Mama I hope that you understand
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This ain't no place for an angry young man
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Angry Young Man
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Steve Earle |