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Don't think I'll be rich or famous,
Or live out my days riding high.
My home is here at rock bottom.
Where the spring of good fortune runs dry.
I'll never reach the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Never live in a palace of gold.
Never fear I'll squander my fortune.
Lose my looks, spend my life growing old.

If Buddha ceded earthly possessions
And Christ never wore any shoes.
You could say I'm keeping good company,
When my life's all I have left to lose.

Once you've seen the bottom of the barrel,
Watched your hopes fall down from the sky,
You're free from the chilling momentum
That builds in the old downhill slide.

But if you want for a silver lining
Let me say what you long to hear.
You'll have plenty of sweet nothings
To whisper in your true love's ear.
You'll have plenty of sugar sweet nothings
To whisper in your true love's ear.

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