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I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes The poor man'

You think you're evil but you're not Still sucking life from the mainstream It's so deluded, give it up What's that you hide behind your pile of shit?

Daddy had a chance to go Take a factory jon in Ohio The offered him a decent dime To leave Kentucky far behind Well, I cussed him when he turned em

You come as you are, I know you Into the fray without the rules The violent calm becomes the storm The open minds have all been warned Representing

I must make up my mind today What to have, what to hold A poor man's roses or a rich man's gold One's as wealthy as a king in a palace Tho' he's callous

All the nights that I've missed you All the nights without end All the times that I've called you Only needing a friend Now, your eyes shine with beauty

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know He lives way up a road that's lost in time. Don't know his name, or where he's coming from, Only

(Or a Rich Man's Gold) I must make up my mind today What to have, what to hold A poor man's roses Or a rich man's gold One's as wealthy as a king in

Ah Miss Mary, won't you please come home from China? Bring a bottle of whiskey and a tin cup for your teeth But don't you sneak into the back door wearing