| Started work when I was ten
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| Like my father did back then
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| Driving Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames
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| Fifty years up in that that mill
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| I nearly killed myself and still
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| I ain’t got no dollar bill to my name
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| Old Bill Hicks from nowhere’s middle
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| Taught me how to play the fiddle
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| In East Ohio there ain’t too much goin' on
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| But we like it that way here
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| Not much changes every year
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| Except the whiskey jug gets lower
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| Til it’s gone
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| At the same old screen door
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| That the dog scratched through
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| And the same old wood floor
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| Underneath my shoe
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| And the same old woman
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| Making chicken every night
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| Yeah, I guess did alright
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| I was only seventeen
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| Met a girl from Bowling Green
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| It was the fieriest kind of winter fling
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| She got pregnant with my son
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| I didn’t have nowhere to run
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| So I manned up and we married in the Spring
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| At the same old screen door
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| That the dog scratched through
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| And the same old wood floor
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| Underneath my shoe
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| And the same old woman
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| Causin' trouble every night
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| Yeah, I guess I did alright
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| Started work when I was ten
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| Like my father did back then
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| Drivin' Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames
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| Now I’m nearly sixty-eight
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| Got a gal that sets me straight
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| And I’ve got supper on my plate
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| And I’ve got grandkids on the way
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| And I owe money to the state
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| Because my taxes all were late
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| But if you think I care then you’re just makin' noise
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| At the same old screen door
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| That the dog scratched through
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| And the same old wood floor
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| Underneath my shoe
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| And the same old woman
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| Leavin' on that old porch light
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| Yeah, I guess I did alright |