Lucky Mud: Music

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"I caught myself knocking back a couple of Tylenol with a glass of whiskey, and a song was born."

Children born with a silver spoon
Come into this world
Through a private room
All the others take a breath
And then they cry
'Cause they know they're gonna be workin'
'Til the day they die

It didn't take me long
To see the plan
I was born with my hammer
In my hand
Workin' the line
in the Southern sun
'Better not stop
'Til the work is done

But I can stand straight
And I can stand tall
I might bend
But I won't fall
Washing down my whiskey
With Tylenol

Some are born with gold
Some get the call
They go through life
They never work at all
Politicians and preachers
I say damn 'em all
I'll keep washing down my whiskey
With Tylenol

I will stand straight
And I will stand tall
I might bend
But I will never fall
Washing down my whiskey
With Tylenol