My Life Is Dedicated To My Music

Born in the country a poor boy
The heir to a paupers throne
When daddy left home
(The poor boy's alone)
I tried to find a world of my own
Poor boy go home

I was raised up on goodwill in L.A.
Loaned to the pea farm at twelve
Yea and when I got back
(The boy's still bad)
I can hear the courtroom say
Poor boy go home

I found me a woman in kansas
I gave her everything I had
But the day I went dry
(Boy, bye bye)
I can hear her say to this day
Poor boy go home

My life is dedicated to my music
My music's dedicated to you

Now I realize my music
Is the only friend I'll ever have
It won't tury me away, and until my dying day
You'll hear me play

My life is dedicated to my music
My Music's dedicated to you

My life is dedicated to my music
My music's dedicated to you
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