Jerry Reed – Theres Better Things In Life (Guitar)

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Last night I slept in a hobo camp down south of Cairo Georgia

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About five miles out of town by the railroad track

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Well I eat their stew I drunk their brew and I smoked their stale tobacco

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I stood up to their open fire and I warmed my back

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And in the meantime me and this one particular hobo we struck up a conversation

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And I'm sure he must have noticed my surprise

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When he told me how his old man died and left him sole heir to a million dollars

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And how he gave it all away and he chose a hobo's life

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Because he said son there's better things in life

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Well there's some things gold and silver just can't buy

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He said boy I'd rather sleep here on this dry creek bed

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With a wrinkled up overcoat to pillow my head

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Than fight that livin' high up on the hog

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Tryin' to keep ahead till my head's in a fog

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Son there's better things in life than growing ulcers over money

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There's better things in life

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Well I left Georgia got me a job in Opelika Alabama

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Workin' for a man who drove me hard and he paid me cheap yes he did

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Well I watched this poor fool work so hard tryin' to make that almighty dollar

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That he had to live on pills from a drugstore down the street

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Now like last spring when income tax came due he just sat around for days and worried

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Losing good sleep tryin' to figure how to cheat the government yes he did

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He worked so hard that his nerves collapsed and he woke up inside Central State Hospital

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And on his taxes he got back fourteen dollars and some few cents

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Because he said son there's better things in life

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Well there's some things gold and silver just can't buy

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He said boy I'd rather sleep here on this dry creek bed

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With a wrinkled up overcoat to pillow my head

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Than fight that livin' high up on the hog

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Tryin' to keep ahead till my head's in a fog

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Son there's better things in life than growing ulcers over money

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There's better things in life