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Rand Reynolds - Like Popeye lyrics
Hey, cowboy It’s time to saddle up You’re growing roots On the bottom of your boots. You’ve wore out your welcome And you felt it But you already knew. It’s people tie you down And it’s worth A lotta piece of mind To keep the grass green Cause frankly, man, You’re running out of time. The civilians don’t know What it feels like The wind at your back Throw away that Rolex Cause it sure won’t tell you Where you’re at. I got too much Too much Riding on me. I got much too much Right now Riding on this. And when the sun comes up Nobody tells you Where you have to be You’ve got a little money on you And that’s quite enough That’s all you need. I don’t need your time clock I don’t want your paperwork Slappin’ in my hand Keep your paycheck Yeah, you heard me Like Popeye I am what I am And that’s all that I am. Oh, it is what it is There’s gold in them thar hills Here in the Midwest Show ‘em your stuff Give ‘em what you got And step away from that desk. |
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