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Sometimes I go walkin' through the long, tall grass And wonder how long hard times will last For this backwoods soul on a road to God knows where And hard as I try, I ain't left no tracks Least not enough to find my way back I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there Singin' why me, oh why me And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall And I sing why me, oh why me But pity never ever did me any kinda good at all So I'll walk on And I wound up on the Capitol steps Watchin' the lobbyists smoke their cigarettes Comparin' their shoes and their country club dues And who got who by the short hairs Standin' there in their high-dollar suits Lookin' down at my tattered ol' jeans and boots And this weathered guitar That seems to follow me everywhere God, it follows me everywhere Playin' why me, oh why me All I got's another song About how money makes and breaks the law SongtexteAnd I sing why me, oh why me (I'm) just a broke troubadour With a bark for the underdog And I'll walk on Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate To a man lookin' death square in the face Even he hit his knees with a plea In the garden of Gethsemane To his Holy Father he raised his eyes In his darkest hour he cried, 'Please, would you take this cup from me' Prayin' why me, oh why me Knowin' all the while He had to carry that cross and hang there When I sing why me, oh why me I know that somewhere up in Heaven There's a big ol' book with my name there So I'll rock on, I rock on Even when I'm singin' why me, I rock on Even when I'm singin' why me, I rock on Even when I'm singin' why me, whoa oh why me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Aus Songtexte Mania