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I've never been too good to pick up a penny and lately I've been short of too damn many Wife up and left, and baby in my ride, dog's at my feet beggin' for a bite Empty pockets make sinners out of bona fide saints, swore to my daddy never tarnish his name Droughts have been long and the floods have been fierce Ain't made a profit on the farm in near a dozen years There's money all around eight thousand feet down Be a few more months 'fore the drill can break ground So far behind every loan is dеnied and the bank has a mind to kick us out of herе I'd see this whole world ground down to sand if I ever see the day that a suit takes my land I've got a pistol and some TNT There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin' But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin' I'll take it on the road where no one will see I know the mountains better than a warrior Cherokee I grew up with Tommy and he did right by me I'll take the cash he's guardin' and buy whatever I need I've got a pistol and some TNT There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin' But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin' Letras de canciones I hope daddy's not lookin' down as I wait here for that truck And if he is I pray to God he sends a little luck I've never been too good to pick up a penny and lately I've been swimmin' in so damn many Every cheque I receive comes at a high price Sometimes I visit Tommy's grave at night And the well'll yield high for many years And damn my reckonin' surely nears From Letras Mania