Or blizzard-white flurries
Troublin' ma old heart
Nothin' o'er here kickin' up no dirt
I done all I gotta do today,
Liv'd up swell each passin' moment
An' I got no qualms 'bout the roads I done gone by
In the evenin' I swervin' in thro' ma car garage
And clambin' the stairs
An' if ye whinin' away that
I got the best o' the best all day
Ye might as well put on yon overcoats
And tattletale that to the winds o' the night
Coz brother, I trust in truth and hard work,
Hard work as makes ye sweat and sweat,
An' I been sittin' up all day,
Smilin' ear to ear
I'm cool, chap, I'm cool, and sittin' here lookin' eyes up
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