Broken, hearted, broken truck

Broken man with broken luck

Looking for a bright spot, in a dark dark night

Trying to kill a monster with a butter knife

Work all day, work all night, ain't got no money by the end of Friday night

What I need I ain't got, what I need it's not a lot, well

That's alright, it's alright, it's alright, yeah that's alright

I'd run for president, but I might win,

To much headache and not enough sin,

I'll stick to women and drving trucks, won't have to worry about my shitty luck

What I need I ain't got, what I need it's not a lot, cause

That's alright, it's alright, it's alright, yeah that's alright

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