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I
ain't
got
time
to
hang
around
bars
Or
for
games
of
pinball
with
the
boys;
My
days
start
at
dawn
and
my
wild
years
are
gone
And
my
own
kids
are
playing
with
toys.
He's
back
at
home
in
his
parents'
big
house,
He's
not
even
supporting
a
car;
Says
he's
got
problems,
it's
true
that
he
does,
But
they're
not
what
he's
thinking
they
are.
Tax
time
is
back
an'
he
ain't
saved
a
dime
Though
his
only
expense
has
been
beer;
People
he
knows
say,
"Well,
shame
about
Joe,
But
he
will
grow
up
one
of
these
years."
I
ain't
got
time
to
hang
around
bars
Or
for
games
of
pinball
with
the
boys;
My
days
start
at
dawn
and
my
wild
years
are
gone
And
my
own
kids
are
playing
with
toys.
He's
always
uptight
when
there's
deep
feelings
aired,
Hell,
it's
just
'cause
he's
scared
of
his
own;
Hates
to
face
up
to
the
truth
that's
inside
Of
that
heart
that
he
passes
for
stone.
Can't
ever
make
the
commitments
it
takes
To
keep
anything
lasting
for
long
Just
like
those
jobs
and
the
women
he's
known
But
it's
never
been
him
that
was
wrong
I
ain't
got
time
to
hang
around
bars
Or
for
games
of
pinball
with
the
boys;
My
days
start
at
dawn
and
my
wild
years
are
gone
And
my
own
kids
are
playing
with
toys.
He's
waiting
right
now
for
a
rock
'n'
roll
band
To
employ
him
and
take
him
away
And
send
him
a
list
of
the
places
he'll
be
And
determine
his
next
month
of
days
And
if
they
don't
call
you
can
find
him
downtown
Or
at
home
in
his
old
childhood
room;
His
number's
the
same,
only
wait
if
you
call,
For
he
sleeps
ev'ry
day
until
noon.
For
he
sleeps
ev'ry
day
until
noon.
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