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Half way down the hill we've got a dollar left
And I borrowed money for my cigarettes
The phone keeps ringing no caller ID
All the money I owe is catching up with me

I'll never own a house, move place to place
Not week to week, live day to day
I didn't choose the game, well the game chose me
And my mama keeps asking what to do with me

My brother keeps asking when I'll get a real job
I drove seventeen hours for a hundred bucks
And no one really cares about the songs I write
But they sure do care where I slept last night

I'll never own a house, move place to place
Not week to week, live day to day
I didn't choose the game, well the game chose me
And my mama keeps asking what to do with me

If I was a man maybe I'd get by
On second hand verses and Friday nights
On a shake of the hand and an open door
Yeah if I was a man I could have it all

I'll never own a house, move place to place
Not week to week, live day to day
I didn't choose the game, well the game chose me
And my mama keeps asking what to do with me
Yeah my mama keeps asking what to do with me

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