Curly would drive that old pickup truck
  Lilly would roll a cigarette
  They never sweated the money the made
  They get by just fine on anything they get
  
  Curly worked the Dobro for seven long years
  Always on the road not at home
  He told Lilly one day before it all slips away
  Let's take the kids out there and make it on our own
  
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  It's good times 'tiil they get here
  Short time 'til they're gone
  Just picking and singing in a family band
  Traveling and living off the land
  
  Picking and fishing and meeting other folks
  Making home brew and cooking steaks
  Wear your old clothes and drive those old country roads
  Live your mistakes and make up your own breaks
  
  They traveled this country from L.A. to Maine
  Seattle and back to Key West
  Through hundreds of gigs and all the miles they did
  They say that raising five kids tops the list
  
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  Curly told me if you want to be free
  You got to be your own boss
  Be fair with those you like, do what you think is right
  If they still don't like you, pack it up and walk
  
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