(Ron Agnew)
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Take my duds to the junkman
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Give 'im ev'rything I got
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Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring
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I gotta get out while I'm hot
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You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin',
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Yer support don't mean a lot
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Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
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They give me stuff about what I'm not
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Put my cash in a root beer bottle
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But you better hold back a dime
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So you can call someone who cares about a-hearin'
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You can tell 'em how I wasted your time
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Pack my songs in a suitcase
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Send 'em out to old Dave Dee
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An' you can take them earplugs outta yer head
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'Cause you won't hear a thing from me
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[Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.]
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Some times I'm right,
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Some times I'm wrong,
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But most a' time I'm in-between
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There's always somebody wantin' somethin' for nothin'
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Somethin' gettin' nothin' for me
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Well, you wanted me for dependency
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But my will just turned to won't
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Though you never cared about me when I did,
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You gonna miss me when I don't
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So, take my duds to the junkman
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Give 'im ev'rything I got
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Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring
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I gotta get out while I'm hot
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You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin',
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Yer support don't mean a lot
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Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
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They give me stuff about what I'm not
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Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
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They give me stuff about what I'm not
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Take My Duds To The Junkman
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C.W. McCall |