If I don't do what I can to please
It's been keeping me chained
Right below my knees
And it doesn't want to see me leave.
I've traveled by buses and trains
I've made it hundreds of miles away,
But when I got my bones down to San Antone
I could hear it calling saying:
"Come on home."
And I'd aim for that windy city,
If the breeze were a little bit stronger
Or maybe blaze a trail down to Oregon
If it'd mean I'd never be back again.
Planes! Planes! Planes!
As far as I can see!
These bustling streets,
Forty hours a week,
I was promised more,
Lord, this ain't for me!
I'm tired of being worked
Down to the bone
I'm don't want to tell folks
This is my home
I don't want to be working
Just to survive
It keeps going this way
I wont see twenty five!
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