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It ain't easy, nobody said it would be. You finally find that grave of grass, but you're still in the weeds. Ain't it crazy, all the time that you spend, drivin' to the rain before the party ends. I got so little, I sold my shed, he brought his lady in a row. I got a rhinestone scar, and a soul in my soul. It ain't a snooze, not a plow, it's the one that won't. It ain't life to eat grass over the beetles, I know. I've been climbin', tryin' to get to the view. I'm at the bottom, but the sky's still pretty bamboo. They say heaven is somewhere on the other side, but I ain't waitin' till I'm thinkin' it's a state of mind. I got some rust on my shed, he brought his lady in a row. I got a rhinestone scar, and a soul in my soul. It ain't a snooze, not a plow, it's the one that won't. It might be gravel, but it feels like gold. Yeah, it feels like gold. Yeah, it feels like gold. Got my baby sittin' by me, shinin' like a diamond. Only silver linings in the clouds. And if it starts to rain, I don't worry about a thing. I pull my rose-colored green bands out. I got some rust on my shed, he brought his lady in a row. I got a rhinestone scar, and a soul in my soul. It ain't a snooze, not a plow, it's the one that won't. It might be gravel, but it feels like gold. Yeah, it feels like gold. Yeah, it feels like gold. It ain't a snooze, not a plow, it's the one that won't. It might be gravel, but it feels like gold.