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Pardon my eyes for I can't see
But is there anyone beside me
Telling the Tale of a life gone by
With a lion's share of greed and little pride
Pardon my hands for I can't feel
But is there anyone besides me
Who cannot identify with beer-stained swagger
And reasons why
Chorus
I can see the face of a man in a jailyard lookin' at me
As I drive by oh so freely
I'm tied up just as tightly
But I sing in my chains
Pardon my mind as it goes astray
But you caught me in a mood today
You can laugh and call me fool
But I'm playing the game as the game plays you
Chorus
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