Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass Wonder how long hard times will last For this backward soul on a road that god knows where As hard as I try ain't left no track It's not enough to find my way back I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there
Chorus Singing why me, oh why me And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall And I say why me, oh why me But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all So I walk on
Verse II And I wound up on the capital steps Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes And bury their shoes in the country club blues And who got who by the short hairs
Standing there in their high dollar suits Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere God it follows me everywhere
Chorus Playing why me, oh why me All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law And I sing why me, oh why me I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog So I walk on
Verse III Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate To a man looking death square in the face Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane To his holy father he raised his eyes In his darkest hours he cried Please would you take this cup from me
Chorus Praying why me, oh why me Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there When I say why me, oh me I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there So I walk on, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me
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Chorus Singing why me, oh why me And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall And I say why me, oh why me But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all So I walk on
Verse II And I wound up on the capital steps Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes And bury their shoes in the country club blues And who got who by the short hairs
Standing there in their high dollar suits Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere God it follows me everywhere
Chorus Playing why me, oh why me All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law And I sing why me, oh why me I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog So I walk on
Verse III Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate To a man looking death square in the face Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane To his holy father he raised his eyes In his darkest hours he cried Please would you take this cup from me
Chorus Praying why me, oh why me Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there When I say why me, oh me I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there So I walk on, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on Even when I'm singing, why me
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