Tekst Utworu

I've got two strong hands to rope the load I've got dust and grit from head to toe I may not look such a pretty sight But I got what I own and I'm doin' alright By the end of the week I'm strapped for cash Drive an old HT, she's not too flash A big bench seat and a radio. She gets me anywhere that I wanna go We'll I'm not the kind that who likes to boast But I've got all the things that matter most And the more you have, the more you've got to lose So the bare essentials get me through I got an old stray dog's seen better days No pedigree and unsociable ways Ever since the day that he wandered in I've had myself a true and faithful friend We'll I'm not the kind that who likes to boast But I've got all the things that matter most And the more you have, the more you've got to lose So the bare essentials get me through I got a few good mates from way back when Some folks don't think too much of them Rough around the edges, they get around But they won't walk away when the chips are down We'll I'm not the kind that who likes to boast But I've got all the things that matter most And I'm havin' too much fun just makin' do Yeah the bare essentials get me through Yeah the more you have, the more you've got to lose So the bare essentials get me through
Writer(s): Lee Raymond Kernaghan, Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Lawrence Minson, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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