Indoors testo

No more oil in Texas, through with school in Louisiana
No luck with inventions, or in writing songs
So Joe moved on to Washington
To try to move on up in the world
Now he hangs out with millionaires
At the Millionaires Club
Annie's on the corner, sign says will work for food
I try not to see, she calls out to me
I tell her I'm unemployed
She tells me she's unimpressed
With my lies, I turn from her eyes
I wish there was a way to make it go away
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But me, I'm just a singer, and sometimes a funny man
I sing about the troubles and the joys
And I've got one thing my friends ain't got
And that's a bed indoors
I knew Robbie in high school
He was better at math than me
Didn't see him for twenty years
Found him workin' on his Ph.D.
He finished it, more or less
Started lookin' for work, and livin' cheap
Called me last week from a pay phone
On the street where he's been sleepin'
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