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[POOR MEMORY--SORRY]i'm a bored boy born in the roadsome say my manners ain't the bestsome of my friends they've been in a whole lot of troublesome say i'm no better than the restbut tell your mama and your papasometimes good guys don't wear whiteeveryday i work hardat night i spend a restless [?] timewith all those rich kids and their lazy moneyyou can't hold a candle too long [?]but tell...sometimes...good guys bad guys which is which?the white collar worker or digger in the ditchman who's to say who's the better manof those two i do the best i canyou thought i had a dirty mindall the messed up chicks all the changing timeswhite filth and easy livingyou can't come come close to the love that i've givenbut tell..sometimes...
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