C.w. Mccall: "Livin’ Within My Means" Lyrics

(ron agnew)



Well, I was a poor boy

Just a-kickin around

Eighteen, with a head full a dreams

Took some money back then

Did a year in the pen

For not livin within my means



I worked evry day

I did my time the hard way

I walked out a that place feelin clean

I got a job, a guitar

I bought an old beat-up car

Started livin within my means



Fell in love with a beautiful lady, of sorts

But she was ruthless, restless, and mean

She left me one day

And now Ive had to pay

For not lovin within my means



Then I took to drinkin

To drive her from my mind

And it helps me forget her, it seems

I just drink now and then

Only now Im drunk again

For not drinkin within my means



Now I know that Im dyin

But I dont worry none

cause I know my soul hell redeem

But what bothers me

Unless they bury me free

Is I wont even die within my means



But when the dyins all over

An I come back again

Say to hell with self-pride and esteem

Ill get born in my teens

An Ill stick to my dreams

Try dreamin within my means