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There's times that I could swear
I got the world by the short hair
I wrote the book and I could do no wrong
Sometimes I rise up
Fill my coffee cup
Walk down and pick a beam out in the barn
Woah,
each day has such a power
They can go from picking stones to picking flowers
And I guess I'll just keep living,
hiding out
There's days I feel plumb dead Drag my feet and hang my head
And I could not find my ego with both hands
I turn myself around
Look at what I've found
More blessings than man can hardly stand
Woah,
each day has such a power They can go from picking stones to picking
flowers
And I guess I'll just keep living,
hiding
out