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Left my home when I was fourteen
Daddy went to Nashville chasin' dreams
My brother was young and my ma was high
Son you better get tough or die
Left that oil town behind my back
Played my guitar like a paperback
Saw the writing on the marquee sign
Son you better get tough or die
Cuz this world can be hard
On every boulevard
It takes grit to survive
So get tough or die
When all you wanna do is sit or cry
Get tough or die
cuz the streets get cold at night
Tell my son you be brave and strong
Work long days while the days are long
When you reach down and the wells bone dry
Son you better get tough or die
Cuz this world can be hard
In every boulevard
It takes grit to survive
So get tough or die
When all you wanna do is sit or cry
Get tough or die
cuz the streets get cold at night
Get tough or die
and try to keep your head held high
Get tough or die
