Steve Erwin: Music
Born A Tourist
(Steve Erwin)
I'm sleeping on the last seat
Of the last train, going backwards
And watch as it railroads my life.
Dreaming about buried talent
Oh me, oh my.
Well lazy is, as lazy do so please make up my mind.
Am I saving my best for eternal rest
Asleep before my time?
Or is it just a question of who works
And who likes to dream?
Who've found their mission in horizontal position
The perfect American dream.
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Born dirt poor and Southern.
This year I'm of Irish descent.
Spent half of my life with Indian blood.
But no one believed my pigment.
Life's so hard when you're born a tourist
Cause no one speaks English these days.
I came into this Earth in a Hawaaian shirt.
And I'll probably leave that way.
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