His daddy said son you oughta quit dreamin' Put your feet on the ground and your future in the hands of the Lord But the boy said no that ain't enough dad All you got here is a ceilin' four walls and a floor
He left his home in Buckalou County He went thumbin' and sleepin' on the roadside livin' in jeans Along about Pittsburgh he got him a good job Bought him a brand new Malibu Chevy that was part of his dreams
He met a pretty girl she was thinkin' of a family He bought a lotta tapes for his Malibu Chevy but he didn't want more And the pretty girl said boy you oughta slow down He said who needs a ceilin' four walls and a floor
He did a little drinkin' he did a little gamblin' Shot a little nine ball bet a little money on the football games He picked up a habit he got it on the sidewalk His habit got bigger but his weekly paycheck stayed the same
His daddy wrote letters but he never answered The pretty girl begged him to give up the habit and to work on a change It was a real small gun and a real small robbery They locked him up and they traded him a number for his name
It ain't no big news it ain't no big story You didn't see it in the paper so I guess we oughta put it in a song The boy got hooked and he couldn't get unhooked And it's happenin' somewhere now and maybe that's what's wrong
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