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Yea, well I spent a lifetime Just makin up my mind to be, More than the measure of What I thought others could see. Good luck and those fast bucks Are too few, and too far between, Those other Cadillac drivers And those old five and dimers like me. You know, she stood beside me, Tellin me she would be something to lean on, When everything ran out on me. No fenced yards ain t hole cards Like as not, never will be. Any reason for rhymers And those old five and dimers like me. Now I ve searched for so long, Now that I ve found that I believe All that I do or say Is all I ever will be. Too far and too high and too deep Ain t too much to be. Yeah, too much just ain t enough For those old five and dimers like me. I guess an old five and dimer Is all I intended to be. From Letras Mania