Well, I'm no longer a fan of this rodeo Y'all stay quiet and I'll get a low
And I done broke my back, for the good and the bad Throwin' in the towel down the road
I float
You gotta get high, to get by
I be tryin real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
And it's a cruel, cruel world, the one that
We live in Turn every kid into a downright heathen
We got gangsters and cash bodies in the street The bags pile up and there's nothin' but drugs to eat
You gotta get high, to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
It's like my brain knows what my eyes can't see I got half a six-pack and a bag of weed
And I just wanna go home man f*ck the sleep There's no American dream
You gotta get high, just to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
Yeah, yeah, all right
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Well, I'm no longer a fan of this rodeo Y'all stay quiet and I'll get a low
And I done broke my back, for the good and the bad Throwin' in the towel down the road
I float
You gotta get high, to get by
I be tryin real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
And it's a cruel, cruel world, the one that
We live in Turn every kid into a downright heathen
We got gangsters and cash bodies in the street The bags pile up and there's nothin' but drugs to eat
You gotta get high, to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
It's like my brain knows what my eyes can't see I got half a six-pack and a bag of weed
And I just wanna go home man f*ck the sleep There's no American dream
You gotta get high, just to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
Yeah, yeah, all right
And I done broke my back, for the good and the bad Throwin' in the towel down the road
I float
You gotta get high, to get by
I be tryin real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
And it's a cruel, cruel world, the one that
We live in Turn every kid into a downright heathen
We got gangsters and cash bodies in the street The bags pile up and there's nothin' but drugs to eat
You gotta get high, to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right
It's like my brain knows what my eyes can't see I got half a six-pack and a bag of weed
And I just wanna go home man f*ck the sleep There's no American dream
You gotta get high, just to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
Yeah, yeah, all right
Writer: Alan Elliott
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