Rodney Crowell – I Dont Care Anymore (Guitar)

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I used to pull my britches on with just one thing in mind

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Make the girls believe that I'm the last one of my kind

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Silver toe tips on my boots and a mullet head of hair

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Designed to walk into the room and make somebody stare

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But I don't care anymore if I don't stand out in a crowd

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I was better off before I tried to make my mother proud

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I came to town a dreaming I could make my mark in spades

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Forty odd years later all my best cards have been played

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Well it's a hard knock situation when the accolades bestowed

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On your every last creation cries out middle of the road

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But I don't care anymore, about the fortune or the fame

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I was better off before, I tried to make myself a name

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All the money that I blew through like some boot black off the farm

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Could not have vanished quicker if I'd shot it in my arm

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Some so and so says don't you know the limit is the sky

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Next thing I remember I'm unlearning how to fly

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But I don't care anymore

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All those party dolls and favors that I savored from day one

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Add up to next to nothing after all is said and done

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A real friend tried to tell me man with all respect for you

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The time to put away these things is long since overdue

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If indeed I do get lonesome in my mansion on the hill

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There's this neighbor's wife I covet for her beauty and her skill

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The way she puts herself together sleek in vagabond couture

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Makes each mailbox conversation one more heartache to endure

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But I don't care anymore, who does what and why

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I was better off before, when I was just another guy

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I've been lied on, spied on, cried on, tried on, taken for a ride you bet

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Fracked, cracked, smacked, jack, what you see is what you get

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I've been spit at, hit at, quit at, shit at, shouldn't hurt a bit at, what I'm trying to get at

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Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice and put the blame on

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I don't care anymore

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No I don't care anymore