WHAT IT'S LIKE
Everlast
intro, acoustic-guitar, strings and Wah-guitar
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| We've all seen a | man at the liquor | store beggin' for your | change
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| The hair on his | face is dirty, dread- | locked, and full of | main
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| He asks a | man for what he could | spare, with shame in his | eyes
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| "Get a | job you f@#$in' | slob," is all he | replies
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| God forb | id you ever had to | walk a mile in his | shoes
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| `Cause then you really | might know what it's | like to sing the | blues
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|: | Then you really | might know what it's | like | :| * 3
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| Then you really | might know what it's | like | !!
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Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
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He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
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I'm the man you've been dreaming of"
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But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
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And she swear, "Goddamn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his b@##s"
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And then she heads for the clinic and
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She gets some static walking through the door
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They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a
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God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
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`Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
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CHORUS
picking like in intro
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| I've seen a rich man beg | I've seen a good man | sin
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I've seen a tough man | cry
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| I've seen a loser win | And a sad man | grin
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I heard an honest | man lie
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| I've seen the good side of bad | And the downside of | up
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| I licked the silver spoon | Drank from the golden | cup
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And smoked the finest | green
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| I stroked the fattest | dimes at least a couple of | times
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Before I broke their | heart
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| You know where it | ends, yo', it usually | depends
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I knew this kid named Max
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Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
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He liked to hang out late
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He liked to get s@#$-faced and keep the pace with thugs
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Until late one night there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
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He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some s@#$ and wound up dead
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Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
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You know it comes that way
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At least that's what they say when you play the game
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God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
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`Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
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|: Then you really might know what it's like :| * 2!
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Then you really might know what it's like | to have to | lose
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