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It's been fifteen years since I hit the pavement
Payin' every single due
If somebody ever gave me a free ride
Honey, it'd be some front page news
It's the same ol' story ‘bout purgatory
Gotta let that money go
But I was raised on heartache
So I like to suffer slow

So if life ever works out like the movies
And if time isn't really real at all
But if God made the world out of nothing
Why can't he make something outta me?

I put sixteen dollars in the tank this morning
Driving my mama's car
Cause the van is still in Nashville
And it really don't run at all
Gotta real bright future
My profile picture says, “thirty-three and still ain't grown”
And I make my pay in barrooms
Really, who is gonna take me home?

So if life ever works out like the movies
And if time isn't really real at all
But if God made the world out of nothing
Why can't he make something outta me?

I coulda been something greater
I coulda made me so much dough
I shoulda slept around in “music town”
I woulda probably got more to show

But if God made the world out of nothing
Why can't he make something outta me?
Why can't he make something outta me?

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