When I was a little boy 
I lived in country town
I get I didn't know too much things 
I don't know much more now
Used to be a paper boy 
I lived in my bedroom
Smoke sigarretes behind a garage 
Stayed away from the living room
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

When I was the age eighteen 
Away from home I ran
I made it to begin wide see(??)
I lived in garbage can
One night a got all two step
walking home to hear some band
I trip on a denting robber
Iowa carabin over my hand
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pack myself in a suitcase 
Checked in a grey home ??
I made it to Chicago 
I hope is not too late
I got to make my fortune 
Some time before it's snows
I got to prove to the folks I'm a man
Before it get's too cold
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Chicago you were good to me 
I'll be back again someday
But I'm still broke, I'm still choke, 
I'm hitchin' to LA
I'm gonna get me a woman
And live in Hollywood hills
Untill I'm find my way in lie
She can pay the bills
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well I made it to twenty three 
And still don't pay no tax
But I buy a guitar and I'm gone go far
Cause I know were exact
I gonna write me a song they said some things
Say "I do I do I do"
Cause a no more folks takes part at the night
And we just gonna be grooved

Gonna callin' in a year twenty five, twenty five cents to my back
And if it sell than i'll  do well
I'm gonna pay that woman bag
And all my friends the afterterday  [bad word] knocking at my door
Telling me how great I am
I've never did that before
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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