Livin` Within My Means — текст песни (C.W. Mccall)

(Ron Agnew)

Well, I was a poor boy
Just a-kickin` around
Eighteen, with a head full a` dreams
Took some money back then
Did a year in the pen
For not livin` within my means

I worked ev`ry day
I did my time the hard way
I walked out a` that place feelin` clean
I got a job, a guitar
I bought an old beat-up car
Started livin` within my means

Fell in love with a beautiful lady, of sorts
But she was ruthless, restless, and mean
She left me one day
And now I`ve had to pay
For not lovin` within my means

Then I took to drinkin`
To drive her from my mind
And it helps me forget her, it seems
I just drink now and then
Only now I`m drunk again
For not drinkin` within my means

Now I know that I`m dyin`
But I don`t worry none
`Cause I know my soul He`ll redeem
But what bothers me
Unless they bury me free
Is I won`t even die within my means

But when the dyin`s all over
An` I come back again
Say "to hell" with self-pride and esteem
I`ll get born in my teens
An` I`ll stick to my dreams
Try dreamin` within my means