Den of the Cyphered Wolf

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Fortunate One

I ain't no fortunate one
All those American chiefs caused me nothing but grief
And all those songs I sung
I just let those dreams die in peace

What now can be done
I don't know but I can't stand to be called a thief
Down on the ladder last on the rung
But I refuse to cease

Even if the day can't be won
I'll cling to the tree, the last leaf
Even if I wind up hung
I'll keep going even without a piece

Cause doing anything less, well it aint me
It aint me
I ain't no fortunate son

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