You were a wanderer in North Idaho Boots on the gravel for miles Youd hustle them boys in the old country dives Youd sleep with your knife by your side Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down You were a heavyweight, down in the ring Enough left in you still for a round But you promised a man with a silver tipped pen You would end with your face to the ground Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down You were a waitrss in Oklahoma Them boys from the prairie wre kind But they slipped you a note with an offer at hand And a ten dollar bill on the side Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down You were a schoolboy, no older than ten Well Johnnyd been after your hide You found an old rifle way back in the shed No daddy to pay it no mind Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down You were a barber, you cut a clean shave But you were short when the landlord came by You sat in the summer heat, eyeing your blades And the cop always pacing in time Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down Youve done a lot more for a lot less before And this circus has wore you on down
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