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[Verse 1]
Well I did everything I could but I guess I'm quittin'
Got tired o' singin' the same ol', same ol' songs
That's the last damn chord and the last damn line I'm spitting
The last damn tune about a woman that done me wrong

[Verse 2]
I'll sit and spin in this money I ain't making
On tires without any tread and gasoline
Brought me here on the highway less taken
Where the ends don't seem to justify the means


[Chorus]
And I guess it never made much sense on paper
Every quarter you make is gone before it sees a dime
If it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
I've heard said to "do it because you love it"
You know full well it'll work out in the end
That water's cold and I can't keep my head above it
Don't make much sense to get out and do it again

[Verse 4]
Well I never spent much time countin' money
I was spendin' all my time between the lines
The dues I paid and the bills at night and the tunes I play are all I've got
I'll die rich with these penniless words of mine

[Chorus]
And I guess it never made much sense on paper
Every quarter you make is gone before you see a dime
If it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme
If it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme

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