Lyrics:

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Doctor lawyer, Indian chief
(You're a) lot like me and I'm a lot like you
Never seen the jungle, but I've lived in the zoo

Could've fried an egg on that Tuscaloosa sidewalk
On that August Sunday when I became a man
All the things she taught me in her daddy's hayloft
I still try to use them every time I can

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Some people got holes in their britches
Some people got holes in their heads
Some people go chasin' rainbows
Some people just stay in bed
Nobody knows all the answers
Everybody walks a different road
So live and let live
Anything goes



Bubba wears a crewcut like he did in '63
Grandma's mind comes and goes, she don't remember me
Me and Jessie got baptized when we were both 14
Now Jessie's on the cover of Playboy magazine

Chorus