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Sittin' up all night trying to have a good time Singing my songs and trying to get paid I've been roughed up beat up I I've been cut I got a tattoo at a tender age Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck With a few friends and a can of mace Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride Raised a lot of hell in my younger days Hey, I can't help what I say I could be right, I could be wrong It just might hurt but it makes me strong If the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long Yeah, it's a hard road to choose being good and paying dues But that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long Running hard, running free, never gonna catch me Driving too fast on a black top road Loaded up, hammered back I'll smack you with my tire jack You better walk away before I carry you home Passing my pig sty sleeping where the dogs lie Anywhere I go is where I call my home Been stoned, been straight, been to hell and heavens gate I got thrown out when they said I didn't belong Hey, I just keep movin' on I could be right, I could be wrong It just might hurt but it makes me strong Well, if the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long Yeah, it's a hard road to choose, being good and paying dues But that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long
Writer(s): Shelton Hank Iii Williams, Hugh Warren Denney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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