I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
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Wonder how I ended up like this
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I wonder why things happen like they do
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But I don't wonder long cuz I got a show to do
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I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
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Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain't free
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But I'm here to stay (at least another week or two)
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I can't die now cuz I got another show to do
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Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief
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Wit till I die for sympathy
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Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
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I can't die now cuz I got another show to do
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Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'
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I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving
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I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
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But I can't die now cuz I got another show...
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Some people keep saying I can't last long
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But I got my bands I got my songs,
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Liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
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And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come
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Chain smoking, guitar picking, til I'm gone
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I ain't got no political agenda
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Ain't got no message for the youth of America
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'cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
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And come see me next Friday cuz I got another show...
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Some people stop living long before they die
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Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
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But I keep living just to bend that note in two
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And I can't die now cuz I got another show...
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The Living Bubba
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Drive-By Truckers |