Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum It doesn't matter which direction, though I know a woman in new mexico
Chorus: Worse comes to worst I'll get along I don't know how, but sometimes I can be strong
Oh, and if I don't have a car, I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar, oh
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Lightning and thunder Flashed across the roads we drove upon Oh, but it's clear skies we're under When I am together, when I sing the song
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Oh, fun ain't easy if it ain't free Too many people got a hold on me But I know something that they don't know I know a woman in new mexico
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