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They're blowin smoke in mirrors Putting pressure on me But I'm harder than an old black jack oak tree Tell me I'm a sinner Never claimed to be a saint I don't claim to be a god damn thang that I ain't It's getting old Glitter ain't gold, man It ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods Not the streets Ain't a show man I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't Gold There's a curtain of pines This side of the river Can't see that trailer on the hill from the road White bread and honey Workin hard for our money Saving cans all week to turn the man away It wasn't easy Neighbors judge from their front porch Right behind the door their whole home's in a mess Letras de cancionesIt's getting old Glitter ain't gold, man It ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods Not the streets Ain't a show man I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold, man It ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods Not the streets Ain't a show man I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold Glitter ain't gold, man It ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods Not the streets Ain't a show man I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold, man It ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods Not the streets Ain't a show man I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold From Letras Mania