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Well, I ain't the kind to sip on fancy wines That high class sort of living ain't on my mind Got no worries about what people say You ain't gonna turn my skies from blue to gray Chorus: I might get up in the morning I might sleep till the afternoon I might howl at the moon all night I might whistle a sad old tune You can think just what you wanna think And it ain't gonna make me blue You might know everybody But you don't know me Well, the money I got in my pocket Just a couple of dollars in change I ain't worried about the New York Stock Exchange Don't need no politician Telln' me what to watch on my TV Repeat Chorus Well, people might try to tell me Son, what you're doin' ain't right You can't be playin' that guitar every night Letras de cancionesBut my daddy, he once told me, son You gotta do it, if it feels good If you die doin' what you love Then you done what you should Repeat Chorus You might know everybody But you don't know me From Letras Mania