Livin’ Within My Means – C.W. McCall – letras

(Ron Agnew)Well, I was a poor boyJust a-kickin’ aroundEighteen, with a head full a’ dreamsTook some money back thenDid a year in the penFor not livin’ within my meansI worked ev’ry dayI did my time the hard wayI walked out a’ that place feelin’ cleanI got a job, a guitarI bought an old beat-up carStarted livin’ within my meansFell in love with a beautiful lady, of sortsBut she was ruthless, restless, and meanShe left me one dayAnd now I’ve had to payFor not lovin’ within my meansThen I took to drinkin’To drive her from my mindAnd it helps me forget her, it seemsI just drink now and thenOnly now I’m drunk againFor not drinkin’ within my meansNow I know that I’m dyin’But I don’t worry none’Cause I know my soul He’ll redeemBut what bothers meUnless they bury me freeIs I won’t even die within my meansBut when the dyin’s all overAn’ I come back againSay « to hell » with self-pride and esteemI’ll get born in my teensAn’ I’ll stick to my dreamsTry dreamin’ within my means