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C. W. McCall

Livin' Within My Means

 

Livin' Within My Means

(الألبوم: Roses For Mama - 1977)


Well, I was a poor boy
Just a-kicking around
Eighteen, with a head full a' dreams
Took some money back then
Did a year in the pen
For not living within my means

I worked ev'ry day
I did my time the hard way
I walked out a' that place feeling clean
I got a job, a guitar
I bought an old beat-up car
Started living within my means

Fell in love with a beautiful lady, of sorts
But she was ruthless, restless, and mean
She left me one day
And now I've had to pay
For not loving within my means

Then I took to drinking
To drive her from my mind
And it helps me forget her, it seems
I just drink now and then
Only now I'm drunk again
For not drinking within my means

Now I know that I'm dying
But I don't worry none
'Cause I know my soul He'll redeem
But what bothers me
Unless they bury me free
Is I won't even die within my means

But when the dyin's all over
An' I come back again
Say "to hell" with self-pride and esteem
I'll get born in my teens
An' I'll stick to my dreams
Try dreaming within my means

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