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Lyricist: Cracker
Lyrics:
In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man And now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam
Good times, bad times, you know I had my share When my woman left home for a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care
Then, sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend, oooh
Good times, bad times, you know I had my share When my woman left home for a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care
Good times, bad times, you know I had my share When my woman left home for a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care
I know what it means to be alone I sure do wish I was at home I don't care what the neighbors say I'm gonna love you each and every day You can feel the beat within my heart Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part
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