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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jim Oblon
Jim Oblon
Resonator Guitar
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
Background Vocals
Lex Price
Lex Price
Bass
Steuart Smith
Steuart Smith
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Songwriter

Lyrics

I used to pull my britches on with just one thing in mind Make the girls believe that I'm the last one of my kind Silver toe tips on my boots and a mullet head of hair Designed to walk into a room and make somebody stare But I don't care anymore If I don't stand out in a crowd I was better off before I tried to make my mother proud I came to town dreaming I could make my mark in spades 40-odd years later, all my best cards have been played Well, it's a hard knock situation, when the accolades bestowed On your every last creation cries out middle of the road But I don't care anymore About the fortune or the fame I was better off before I tried to make myself a name All that money that I blew through like some boot black off the farm Could not have vanished quicker if I'd shot it in my arm Some so-and-so says, don't you know the limit is the sky The next thing I remember, I'm unlearning how to fly But I don't care anymore All those party dolls and favors that I savored from day one Add up to next to nothing, after all is said and done A real friend tried to tell me man with all respect for you The time to put away these things is long since overdue If indeed I do get lonesome in my mansion on the hill There's this neighbor's wife I covet for her beauty and her skill The way she puts herself together, sleek in vagabond couture Makes each mailbox conversation one more heartache to endure But I don't care anymore A who does what and why I was better off before When I was just another guy I've been lied on, spied on, cried on, tried on, taken for a ride you bet Fracked, cracked, smacked jack, what you see is what you get I've been spit at, hit at, quit at, shit at, shouldn't hurt a bit at, what I'm trying to get at Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice and put the blame on I don't care anymore No, I don't care anymore
Writer(s): Rodney J. Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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