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