In the morning when I wake up, I ain’t putting on my makeup
You won’t see me painting on my eyes
I make my cup of coffee and I turn on CNN
That’s how it goes in the morning when I rise, when I rise
I take my time most of the day until the nighttime when I go to play
My guitar and I’ll sing these little songs
Not too bad a living, this life you know what I mean
A revised version of my American dream, American dream
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Every night’s a weekend, every morning I get to sleep in
Counting dollar bills from my tip jar last night
Every night’s a weekend, every morning I get to sleep in
Soaking up the rays from the spotlight, the spotlight
Well my friends all come to see me and have a couple of beers
Sometimes it’s more like ten or twelve
I just keep on strumming, singing when I can
Playing the cards that I was dealt, I was dealt
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So for now I will continue as a rambling musician
I’ll ride the wave ‘til it crashes on the sand
And if it does believe me, you won’t ever see me
Cause I’ll be lying on the beach getting a tan, getting a tan
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