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The Reason
I never wanted to be a farmer
I don't like to work long hours
At the mercy of the weather
And the bastards in those ivory towers
I could never stay in one place that long
Puttin' my faith in the mornin' sun
That is the reason I rise and salute the farmer
That is the reason I write love songs for you
I never wanted to be a teacher
I like to have my weekends off
I wouldn't have made much of a preacher man
See, I'm a bit ticked off with God
Only the questions can set you free
Taste every apple from that sacred tree
That is the reason I rise and salute the teacher
That is the reason I write love songs for you
I never wanted to be a singer
Singin' someone else's song
Livin' out of as suitcase
Until the next bed came along
One in a million lonely men
With nowhere to belong
That is the reason I rise and salute the dreamer
That is the reason I write love songs for you |
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Copyright 2005 Todd Butler |
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