(ron agnew)



WellI was a poor boy

Just a-kickin' around

Eighteenwith 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 joba guitar

I bought an old beat-up car

Started livin' within my means



Fell in love with a beautiful ladyof sorts

But she was ruthlessrestlessand 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 herit 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