The taxman came to my home / Said we might have to foreclose / But I said this is where I've spent my whole life / This is where I rode my first bike / This is where I took my wife when she gave birth to our first child / Though he never grew up / I still see his face around here so much / So he handed me his pen and ink / Said, "I need your signature please" / He said, "I really do care, but I've got to catch a plane got to get in the air"
So hold your breath..... and sink in.
Living the midwester high life / Of dirt, dust, ethanol, and long nights
(God left me hungry, and haunted, and stranded, and I'm praying for rain... God I'm praying for rain.)
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