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Do better things
I was born early fall 1968
In a little bit of a hillbilly town
A place called eight
I was brought up there
And then when I was six
Moved to the city
Raised up in the city
Of lights so pretty
School was tough
Turned into a struggle
Had to work to hard
And the teacher said
When the things go bad
You better work in a factory
I knew right then
It wouldn't't do me no good
Work is for the losers
I'm on with the cruisers and bruisers
The daytime users
And I got you in sight
And I'm going to make the ride
Take me on the road I need to go
I will walk a 1000 miles to the unknown
Let the wind blow underneath my wings
Cause tonight I'm gonna see
And do better things
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