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First Verse
Slinging hash at the bay in old Jacksonville
Grooming nags at the bottom of Liquor Hill
I been down so long, gettin` sick of road kill.
I have to keep movin` on, can`t even pay my bills.
Second Verse
Seem like in all this time I`ve more than paid my dues.
But I been so busy just trying to get by
Every sundown I got more reasons to cry
Look like I`ll never be able to do anything but try.
Chorus
I`m slap in the middle of livin` it
If I have my way I`ll be givin` it
The stomp-down, turn around
Blow some French harp blues
Had just a bad life what can I do
Instrumental
Verse Three
Nine different jobs in only two years
It`s been rough as a cob, always shifting gears
If I catch a little break, I know there`s been a mistake
Because my soul`s all bent, my life is one long lament
My lap ain`t a safe place for anything but rain to fall
Chorus
I`m slap in the middle of livin` it
If I have my way I`ll be givin` it
The stomp-down, turn around
Blow some French harp blues
Had just a bad life what can I do
The only comforting thought I can carry around
I`ll go to sleep tonight in a brand new town
And in the morning sure as my feet hit the ground
I know that I`m gonna find a way
To make this an even harder, badder day.
End
© 2008 Robert Thomson
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