Tryin', tired but I'm tryin'
This hill I've been climbin'
Oh I can't see the top
Old man, can you help me understand
Why I'm on this planet?
How do you know when to stop?
Working for a dollar
Well that's how you make a man feel broke
Working for a dollar
That's the only thing I know
"Just drive an old Ford
Count blessings and praise the Lord
Have less make it feel like more
Leave work at the front door
Work hard and you get paid
Don't give em your best days
Only so many left, save
Some of 'em up for the ones worth saving 'em for"
Patience, I've run out of patience
I need a vacation
I need out of this shift
Skydive, maybe see how fast I can drive
Too young to not feel alive
And I'm caught in a ditch
Passin' me a bottle
Oldman starts rollin' his own smoke
Says "you lost me at dollar
Here's the only thing I know
Just drive an old Ford
Count blessings and praise the Lord
Have less make it feel like more
Leave work at the front door
Work hard and you get paid
Don'tgive em your best days
Only so many left, save
Some of 'em up for the ones worth saving 'em for
Once you find your love, you hold her close and say her name
No amount of money's gonna make you feel the same
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Just drive an old Ford
Count blessings and praise the Lord
Have less make it feel like more
Leave work at the front door
Work hard and you get paid
Don't give em your best days
Only so many left, save
Some of 'em up for the ones worth saving 'em for"
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