I feel a little bit left of center But then again, we've all been there before Every time I see a lost cause coming It's nothing less, nothing more Every time I get lost in paradise I find a way to screw it up somehow Not the way it's supposed to be But it'll do for now When you're right, you're right Everything else in my life just might be wrong You're wrong all the time So far so good 'cause no one knows I'm faking I wish I could show you the toll it's taking Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow So far so good I better find a way to cross my fingers Half the luck will get me twice as far I'm sick and tired of coming up for air It shouldn't be this hard Every little bit will help, I wonder If it's enough or did I cross the line The kitchen counter is a bad reminder of a better time When you're right, you're right Everything else in my life just might be wrong You're wrong all the time So far so good, 'cause no one knows I'm faking I wish I could show you the toll it's taking Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow So far so good When you're right Everything else you messed up just might be wrong You're wrong all the time So far so good, 'cause no one knows I'm faking I wish I could show you the toll it's taking Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow So far so good So far so good, 'cause no one knows I'm faking I wish I could show you the toll it's taking Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow So far so good

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore