capo 6 

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Well I have lost everything that I own 
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No, I haven't got a penny to my name 
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I have scraped and I have saved 
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And I stole from the depraved 
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And there ain't no money to be saved 

And I have worked every god-given hour 
To keep this roof above my head 
Yet I still find at the end of the day 
That it's just not enough to get fed 

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And I've scraped every barrel 
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And I've drank every dreg 
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Yet I still find at the end of the day 
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There is still no woman in my bed 

And there used to be a day 
When I'd bring home my pay 
And my daddy, he would be so proud 
And he'd say "Well done, son 
You deserve what you have won 
Just make sure you don't piss it all away" 

And then I went and pissed it all away 
And then I hung my head in shame 
And then I went back, the very next day 
And I done it all over again 

And he'd say "Oh, my son 
Look what you've become 
You're a singer in a one-horse band 
Oh, I had such high hopes 
That you'd be one of those blokes 
With a pick and a shovel in your hand" 

So I used to work the stage 
Just to earn a little wage 
To keep the wolf from at my door 
But kicking shit up a hill 
Just don't give me the same thrills 
And I don't want to do it anymore 

And you just stood there, laughing 
Saying I ain't got what it takes 
Well I only know one bloody speed 
And there ain't no fucking brakes 

And he'd say "Oh, my son 
Look what you've become 
You're a singer in a one-horse band 
Oh, I had such high hopes 
That you'd be one of those blokes 
With a pick and a shovel in your hand" 

So fuck all of you 
You don't know what I can do 
You've only come to watch me drown 
Will I sink or will I swim? 
Will I endeavour to win? 
At least I'm not working for a clown 

And he'd say "Oh, my son 
Look what you've become 
You're a singer in a one-horse band 
Oh, I had such high hopes 
That you'd be one of those blokes 
With a pick and a shovel in your hand" 

And he'd say "Oh, my son 
Look what you've become 
You're a singer in a one-horse band 
Oh, I had such high hopes 
That you'd be one of those blokes 
With a pick and a guitar in your hand"