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(Wes Hightower, Chuck Jones, Jimmy Ritchey)
I slept straight through to eight a. m.
That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain gonna work again
I light a Marlboro for breakfast
On my way out the door
That the third day this month I had one too many the night before
And judging from the past, it won be the last
It a free fall when your back against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How a man supposed to stand tall
Well, the high life ain my life
I can walk a line and I d*mn sure ain gonna crawl
Just living in a free fall
With a shovel in my hand and a hammer in my head
Right about now I can think of a thousand things I rather do instead
But I dig in this hole for my dignity
I think I finally come to understand working for the man ain working for me
I can only take so much
My only way is up
From a free fall when youe back against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How a man supposed to stand tall
Well, the high life ain my life
I can walk a line and I d*mn sure ain gonna crawl
Living in a free fall
It a free fall when your back against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How a man supposed to stand tall
Well, the high life ain my life
I can walk a line and I d*mn sure ain gonna crawl
Just living in a free fall
Free fall