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You'll get by just fine
The coming of the ages
Another fucking dream wasted with passing of the time
And you'll get by
Just take it slow
But everything, everywhere, all the time ain't a thing
That you always have to know
So be kind when it ain't easy
Don't let the vices in deep
And call up your mama
When you've got the time
Let the trash take itself out
Take the telephone off the line awhile
Never let your hands play for a rich mans dime
And you'll get by
Just fine
And she said, "Boy
You've been gone a long time"
The coming of your age has been
A long hard practice in letting birds fly
And you'll fly east to ol' Kentucky
And if you're feeling lucky
You'll spend all your spending money on women, weed and wine
So be kind when it ain't easy
Don't let the vices in deep
And call up your mama
When you've got the time
Let the trash take itself out
Don't let 'em tell ya Oklahoma ain't in the south
Never let your hands work for a rich man's dime
And you'll get by
Just fine
And you'll find God
At the end of every hard road
The coming of the ages
Another practice in patience
And learning how to grow
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