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I'll Tell You
Well now they call me a mover,
An unfortunate son.
Some might say I'm a loser,
Cause I'm always on the run.
Well now I'll tell you,
What you need to know.
Learn a thing or two,
About which way the wind blows.
Hope them people hear my words,
Hope you people hear what I say.
Tell them pencil pushers,
Better get out of my way.
I'm too far gone,
Too give up and turn around.
I've been gone too long,
That I can ever go home.
Just leave this ol' boy alone,
Keep to yours I'll stay to mine.
Shut your mouth and carry on,
And don't come around here wastin my time.
