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John Wesley Harding - Miss Fortune lyrics
I was born with a coathanger in my mouth Oh yeah, and I was dumped down south I was found by the richest man in the world Oh yeah, who bought me up as a girl My sheets are satin but my mind's a mess But there are worse things I confess Than drinking tea in a pretty dress and I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad Count your blessings and maybe you'll be glad When he died, I inherited his wealth Oh yeah and I revealed my self I was snubbed by the friends he'd never had Oh yeah, who sided with my dad All my riches are beyond control But it's the same old rigmarole They say I've lost my very soul Maybe I have But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad Count your blessings and maybe you'll be glad And as I grew so did my fame So I gave it up and changed my name It's catch as catch can and You'll never know who I am When I died, I hoped to hear the angel's song Oh yeah, but was I wrong They threw me back there in that lane Oh yeah and they said ";start again"; So when you're turning out the bedside light Consider me and my wretched plight Looks like I'm gonna have to get it right this time But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad Count your blessings and maybe You'll be glad |
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