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I really like this Toby Keith Song:

It Works For Me Lyrics

Never owned a brand new car
Never worked in a white collar
Never held a woman longer
Than I held one single dollar
I never went out chasin’ rainbows
’Cause there can’t be that much to it
Even if I found my pot of gold
I know I’d piss right through it

I can’t remember ever wanting
For one second of my life
Even if I did it cost too much
To ever pay the price
I don’t dance out on the dark side
Ain’t no secrets I have to tell
So you don’t have to say a prayer for me
I just said one for myself

Chorus:
I’m livin’ my life
Under my terms
I’m callin’ the shots
As far as I can see
I don’t owe nobody nothin’
I don’t answer to a soul
Might not work for you
But it works for me

I’ve been bent and bruised and broken
And flat busted once or twice
I brought most of it upon myself
But I never compromised
My pride’s too hard to swallow
So I’ve chewed a lot of it
Mild’mannered and soft’hearted
And hard’headed as you get
I live out on the backroads
Where I walk my country mile
And if it’s so good in the city
Why don’t anybody smile"
The traffic’s always heavy
And the air ain’t fit to breathe
I ain’t saying that it’s wrong for you
It just don’t make sense to me

Chorus

I'd like to think that, at the end of the day -- or week or life -- that I could say the same thing. More often than not, I could. And I like the sentament of "So you don’t have to say a prayer for me, I just said one for myself". A "you may not think so, but I'm doing pretty damn well, thank you" attitude. An attitude I try to wear most of the time.

And just because I can, he's another Toby Keith song:

Rodeo Moon

I took her daddy’s old two’horse trailer
I patched a place in the floor that was bare
And we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin’ bag is all that I had
"eft with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars’ two good spare tires

Chorus:
Now our windshield’s a painting that hangs in our room
Changes with each mile like a radio tune
We got up above’ we’ll make it on love
Under the rodeo moon

Sometimes we sleep in a hotel
When we’re ridin’ that hot hand of luck
Sometimes we crash at a friend’s house
Sometimes we just sleep in the truck
At nighttime you’ll find us out in the fast lane
Stayin’ one step ahead of snow’ wind’ and rain

Chorus

Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars’ two good spare tires

Chorus

I love the line: ".. our windshields's a painting that hangs in our room that changes with each mile like a radio tune."

It makes me want to go for a drive.

Hey. These lyric posts require rather little thought. *grin*