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Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son | Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum | It doesn't matter which direction, though
Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum It doesn't matter which direction, though I know a woman in New Mexico Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong, oh And if I don't have a car, I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar, oh Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong Lightning and thunder Flashed across the roads we drove upon Oh, but it's clear skies we're under When I am together, when I sing the song Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong, oh Fun ain't easy if it ain't free Too many people got a hold on me But I know something that they don't know I know a woman in New Mexico Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong Oh, worse comes to worst I will get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong
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