The Worryin’ Song Lyrics
Constant gray-haired hunters are after me, on the collision courseIn the room of the lie detectors. someone’s ideas are a joke, but thisOne is all mine. and that’s what bothers me, like my father before me,And the mothers that bore me. there is always going to be the test teamAnd qualifiers. I’m on the cutting edge of humility. just like jerk said,I ain’t gonna worry no more.
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