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My
telephone just won't stop ringin'
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It's
nearly fallin' off the hook
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But
no one calls to praise my singin'
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They're
all but callin' me a crook
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I
hear this choir of debt collectors
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Who
cuss 'n' threaten me each day
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But
I can't hire no protectors
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'Cause
I'm plumb outta cash to pay
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I'm
so broke that I can hardly pay attention
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I'm
so sparse that I can't even fall apart
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I'm
so busted I'm upside down my pension
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But
I'm a rich man from the joy within my heart
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Tho'
all my life I've been hard workin'
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I've
never framed a bill for luck
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Because
the taxman keeps on jerkin'
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His
fifty cents from every buck
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They
say that when it pours it's rainin'
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An'
it's so hard to stay ahead
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I
s'pose there ain't much use complainin'
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Lord
knows I pray my daily bread
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I'm
so broke that I can hardly pay attention
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I'm
so sparse that I can't even fall apart
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I'm
so busted I'm upside down my pension
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But I'm a rich man from the joy within my heart
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Instrumental |
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My
landlord just got me evicted
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Bank
repossessed my ol' Dodge Dart
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If
broke's a crime I've been convicted
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An'
sentenced to a shoppin' cart
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My
wife took off for "Harley Heaven"
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With
Hell's Angels on a "Hog"
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I'm
bummin' change at Seven 'Leven
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While
bein' snubbed by my own dog
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I'm
so broke that I can hardly pay attention
|
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I'm
so sparse that I can't even fall apart
|
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I'm
so busted I'm upside down my pension
|
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But I'm a rich man from the joy within my heart
|
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|
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I'm
so broke that I can hardly pay attention
|
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I'm
so sparse that I can't even fall apart
|
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I'm
so busted I'm upside down my pension
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But I'm a rich man from the joy within my heart
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