Good Life

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Sittin alone in my three bedroom 
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home,
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a mile east of where I was 
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raised.
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Stairin' out the window at my 
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dog in the backyard,
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in the pinestraw covered with 
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clay.
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Damn he's a mess, but we love 
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him to death,
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guess he fits in this family 
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well.
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Yeah we're a blood line of 
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sheperds used to roam in the 
pastures,
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tryin' to cope with this suburban 
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hell.

Chorus:
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Aww, it sure is a good life we're 
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livin',
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Yeah I reckon we're happy enough.
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We've done well with the hands we 
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were givin',
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with a little hope and a whole 
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lotta' love.

Verse 2:
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Dad just finished buildin', it 
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must've cost him a killin',
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that house out on Rambeler's Inn.
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He sent my brother off to college,
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 walkin' through the arches,
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Man we're all sure proud of him.
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But he never tried to spoil us 
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kept our hands in the sawdust,
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yeah we chipped in whenever we 
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could.
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We shared in the sweat and the 
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blood and the tears,
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I guess he knew it would do us 
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some good.

(Chorus)plus:
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Lord we don't have our fist full 
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of dollars,
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and we're no southern 
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aristocrats.
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Naw, we aint got a lot but we've 
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earned what we got,
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and we couldn't do it much better 
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than that.

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Verse 3:
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My wife quit her job now she's 
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workin' full time,
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takin' care of the baby and me.
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And I'm playin' in the bars tryin'
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 to pay off the debts,
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Lord this half-acre didn't come 
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cheap.
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And I come draggin' in three and 
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four in the mornin',
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smellin' like tobacco and rum.
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Still she wakes up to greet me 
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cause she loves me completley,
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Says she's proud of the star I've 
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become.

(Chorus)plus:
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Lord we don't have our fist full 
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of dollars,
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and we're no southern 
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aristocrats.
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Naw, we aint got a lot but we've 
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earned what we got,
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and we couldn't do it much better 
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than that.
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And I hope ole' Saint Peter will 
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have me,
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when they throw my cauffin in the 
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back.
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When that herse rolls away I hope
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 all ya'll will say,
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he couldn't do it much better than
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 that,
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He couldn't do it much better than
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 that,
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He couldn't do it much better than
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 that.