The Living Bubba

I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
 Wonder how I ended up like this
 I wonder why things happen like they do
 But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do
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 I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T
 Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free
 But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two
 And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do
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 Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief
 Wait' 'til I die for sympathy
 Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
 I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do
 Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'
 I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving
 I can dance on my own grave, thank you!
 But I can't die now 'cause I got another show
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 Some people keep saying I can't last long
 But I got my bands I got my songs
 Liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
 And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come
 Chain smoking, guitar picking, 'til I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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 I ain't got no political agenda
 Ain't got no message for the youth of America
 'Cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
 And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show
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 Some people stop living long before they die
 Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
 But I keep living just to bend that note in two
 And I can't die now 'cause I got another show