The summer was coming, I was out in the field, then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear-I saw an old man, he sat by a tree! He said, come and listen to me son, now, come and listen to me! He said, hey boy what does life mean to you? Does it mean go out, get drunk, drown your blues? He said, if that's what it means to you-Well that's a waste of life, and I've got nothing more to say to you!
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Quit my job and I went out, I bought my first guitar, then I started to learn that thing-Instead of propping up some bar! Sent a tape, got a contract, made us all so glad! Then they started messing 'round with us-Now life's as bad, just as bad now!
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Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit? If that's what you're trying to do jewboy, you ain't achieving it! I said: Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground! Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground!
Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground! Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground!