"Son, don't you come to me cryin'
 Cause money don't make you a happy man"
 He said the grass is always greener
 Any place except where you stand

 He said some are born to win
 And some born to lose
 And sing them poor boy blues

 Watch out

 I've lived uptown, downtown
 Lord I've lived everywhere
 Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat I swear
 I believe it's due time I get my mansion in ole Bel Air

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 But I'm still singin' those poor boy blues
 Poor boy blues
 You don't know how I'm feeling baby
 Until you're wearing my shoes
 Sure as I'm standing here
 I got them poor boy blues

 Friday night I get tanked up
 And tossed in the local slam
 At least I get three square meals
 Until someone gets me out of this jam
 In the meanwhile all my green
 Is going to Uncle Sam

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 Walk this dog

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