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We got to
nail it down
we better
knock it down
Out on the road
To hit another town
Out on my own
I’m Walking down
Blisters on my feet
And a heavy head
Seems like the day
Is never going to end.
I grew up in a place
where you never saw a happy face
But I grew up any way
Went to school
where nothing seemed right
Never learnt To read or write
but I still loved it all the way