Beggar's Song

Matt Maeson

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    Jesus, come talk to me
    I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free
    I know that I need us more than I need me
    One more whiskey, I am wild and free

    Oh, but I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down
    Oh, yeah, I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

    Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me
    I am on four drugs, I am wild and free
    I know that I failed less, the less I knew me
    Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

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    Oh, yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down
    Ayy, yeah
    Oh I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    You know that it's not over
    It's okay to let yourself hurt
    Swimming in the murky water
    Won't you come on out?
    Ayy, yeah
    You know that it's not over
    It's okay to let yourself hurt
    Swimming in the murky water
    Won't you come on out?
    Ayy, yeah

    We sing a beat down washed up beggar's song
    And we sing it even louder when the money is gone
    Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down
    Ayy, yeah
    Oh I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    You know that it's not over
    It's okay to let yourself hurt
    Swimming in the murky water
    Won't you come on out?
    Ayy, yeah
    You know that it's not over
    It's okay to let yourself hurt
    Swimming in the murky water
    Won't you come on out?
    Ayy, yeah

    We sing a beat down washed up beggar's song
    And we sing 'em even louder when the money is gone
    Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down
    Ayy, yeah
    Oh I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch
    I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent
    But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

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    Composition: Giovanna Marostica

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