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Lyricist: Steve Earle
Lyrics:
I got a job but it ain't nearly enough A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck Belongs to me and the bank and some funny-talkin' man from Iran I left the service, got a G.I. loan I got married, bought myself a home Now I hang around this one-horse town and do the best that I can
It's gettin' tough Just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough Gettin' cold I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy
Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track I'd kill to leave it but ain't no turnin' back Got the wife and the kids and what would everybody say? My brother's standin' on a welfare line And any minute now, I might get mine Meanwhile it's the I.R.S. and the devil to pay
Oh, gettin' tough Just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough Gettin' cold I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy
Well, I hit the beer joint every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight And it don't matter if I lose or win 'Cause Monday I'm back on the losin' end again
Gettin' tough It's just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough It's gettin' cold I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy
Gettin' tough Just my luck I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough Well, gettin' cold I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy
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