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Yes I am a country boy
Live down in Missouri Who never take the time to hurry I've had my chances at fortune and fame Treasure to astound me I never wanted nothing in this old world But to have a woman's arms around me
She could carry
me down And help me to be a wealthy man At least in my own eyes
I guess I was a sailor I made the road my home The only thing I hated in that old life Was the nights that I spent alone Sailed on out to L.A. for awhile Felt like a dying ember
I never saw
nothing in Hollywood
They could carry
me down And help me to be a wealthy man At least in my own eyes
And help me to be a wealthy man At least in my own eyes
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