Original lyrics

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Well, I hear folks talkin' 'bout the shape they're in On the backyard porch with all their friends They say damn my job and damn my life Don't tell 'em that I told you, but it blows my mind What they don't see is the shade under the oak tree Sunshine behind the clouds Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke Not me, I'm so over things I don't and coulda had Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause Even if the end is near I'm just glad to be here I ain't promised tomorrow, but I ain't scared of the grave I'm just thankful for the breath of a brand new day When them nitpickin' people try to throw me off track I just keep on rollin', keep on rollin', like an old train smoke blowin' What they don't see is the shade under the oak tree Sunshine behind the clouds Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke Not me, I'm so over things I don't and coulda had Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause Even if the end is near I'm just glad to be here Slow down, take a look around Slow down, take a good look around Slow down, take a long look around Slow down, take a good long look all the way around What they don't see is the shade under the oak tree Sunshine behind the clouds Rich dirt growin' up tomatoes Pass the salt I can almost taste 'em Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke Not me, I'm so over things I don't and coulda had Bring on the good, bring on the bad, 'cause Even if the end is near Even if the end is near I'm just glad to be here