(ron agnew)



Well, i was a poor boy

Just a-kickin' around

Eighteen, with a head full a' dreams

Took some money back then

Did a year in the pen

For not livin' within my means



I worked ev'ry day

I did my time the hard way

I walked out a' that place feelin' clean

I got a job, a guitar

I bought an old beat-up car

Started livin' within my means



Fell in love with a beautiful lady, of sorts

But she was ruthless, restless, and mean

She left me one day

And now i've had to pay

For not lovin' within my means



Then i took to drinkin'

To drive her from my mind

And it helps me forget her, it seems

I just drink now and then

Only now i'm drunk again

For not drinkin' within my means



Now i know that i'm dyin'

But i don't worry none

'cause i know my soul he'll redeem

But what bothers me

Unless they bury me free

Is i won't even die within my means



But when the dyin's all over

An' i come back again

Say "to hell" with self-pride and esteem

I'll get born in my teens

An' i'll stick to my dreams

Try dreamin' within my means


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