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Sometimes I wonder why the birds of a feather always seem to fall in line
This road less traveled is an uphill battle since beginning of the end of time
It sure will get you where the good Lord split ya
Keep you coming back for more
But if you can't hang with the big dogs, then you best stay on the porch

We're all in this together, whether we like it or not
Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot

Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given
But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens

Sometimes I wonder why the good Lord blessed me with never really giving a damn
I ain't buyin' your bluff, ain't worried about nothin' but the cards I'm holdin' in my hand
I made my name up against the grain, and I ain't had one regret
Now I'm gettin' where I'm gettin', and I'm gonna keep 'em guessin' 'cause you ain't seen nothin' yet

We're all in this together, whether we like it or not
Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot

Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given
But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens

We're all in this together, whether we like it or not
Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot

Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given
But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens
You'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with
Chickens