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Nothing to Lose
I can do anything that I feel like doin’
Take a walk outside even when a storm is brewin’
Dare the heavens to rain down on me
Beg the devil for some misery.
Lie to myself ‘bout how I love these blues
But the truth of the matter is I got nothin’ to lose.
Old Man Cratchet down at the Clarkdale Gin
Says son you ain’t worth a plug nickel in a house of sin.
Tell that old man go to hell
I’m down the road and I’m kickin’ tail.
Don’t give me that crap about kids under thirty-five.
I might be brain-dead but I got a rebel’s instinct to survive.
CHORUS: They say starvin’ artists don’t make no bucks
And folk singers just roll around livin’ outta pick-up trucks.
It’s more than money that makes a young heart beat
And there’s a lot more to livin’ than a forty hour week.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK (VERSE)…
I never could swallow my ol’ man’s advice
He said what you call work, Boy, is just a roll of the dice.
Well, I’ve been lucky, I’d have to say
It ain’t been easy, but I’m doin’ okay
It don’t take a lot to keep a poor boy satisfied
‘Cause a whole lot of nothing leaves little to sacrifice.
CHORUS…PAUSE.
REPEAT 1ST VERSE…Add tag after last line: The hard truth of the matter is I got
nothing to lose.
Copyright 2003 Effron White
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