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This is a short man's room
The better you watch your head
I've still got my one good eye
I keep it right next to my bed

I keep my money down here
I dressed it to look like a shoe
I'm saving up for a pair
Then I'll have more money than you

I drink more than maybe I should
But I don't go out when I do
I put my feet up in the window
And I ride my dreams like a canoe

And I write letters to the newspapers
And I dance to the talk radio
I'm a volunteer fireman each Christmas
'Cause there's brandy wherever you go

My dad was a natural tenor
He worked at the mill in Lenore
My mother was a mule skinner
And a band leader during the war

I once thought that I'd live forever
I pitched for the Indian leagues
But now I guess I learned some better
You'e only as good as your knees

The better you watch your head
Guy like you
You're not near as tall as you're thinking
But then this is a short man's room

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