You saw a sign on a pick up truck
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You bought a guitar with a borrowed buck —
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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They liked your songs
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They were hot for you
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You got the job
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There was work to do —
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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But waiting
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There was someone waiting for you
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Claiming a piece of everything that you do
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It seems I’ve heard your story all before
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Someone’s standing knocking at your door
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The early morning wake up call —
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Your bags are packed and in the hall
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The managers ran off with all
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The money that you made
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You hit on the stage nearly every night
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You worked around till you get it right —
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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And then you signed for a record deal
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And off you go on the music wheel —
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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But waiting
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There was someone waiting for you
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Claiming a piece of everything that you do
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It seems I’ve heard your story all before
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Someone’s standing knocking at your door
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The early morning wake up call —
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Your bags are packed and in the hall
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The managers ran off with all
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The money that you made
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You made the charts and all the
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Hangers on were hanging on
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Flashing knives behind your back
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Living in your money sack
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And you were thinking you got it made
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You do the tours and the interviews
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You meet the press and you’re in the news —
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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You hear your song on the radio
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You see your face on the TV shows
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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Waiting
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There was someone waiting for you
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Claiming a piece of everything that you do
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It seems I’ve heard your story all before
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Someone’s standing knocking at your door
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Your record isn’t selling well
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The tickets to your shows don’t sell
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You look around and suddenly
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You find that you’ve got leprosy
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The taxman’s coming after you
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Your lawyer and your girlfriend too
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And the managers ran off with
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All the money that you made
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And you dig it, and you dig it
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And you dig it, and you dig it |