i used to pull my britches on with just one thing in mind make the girls believe that im the last one of my kind silver toe tips on my boots and a mullet head of hair designed to walk into a room and make somebody stare but i dont care anymore if i dont stand out in a crowd i was better off before i tried to make my mother proud i came to town a dreaming i could make my mark in spades forty odd years later all my best cards have been played its a hard knock situation when the accolades bestowed on your every last creation cries out middle of the road but i dont care anymore about the fortune and the fame i was better off before i tried to make myself a name all that money that i blew through like some boot black off the farm could not have vanished quicker if id shot it in my arm some so and so says dont you know the limit is the sky next thing i remember im unlearning how to fly but i dont care anymore  all those party dolls and favors that i savored from day one add up to next to nothing after all is said and done a real friend tried to tell me man with all respect for you the time to put away these things is long since overdue if indeed i do get lonesome in my mansion on the hill theres this neighbor s wife i covet for her beauty and her skill the way she puts herself together sleek in vagabond couture makes each mailbox conversation one more heartache to endure but i dont care anymore who does what and why i was better off before when i was just another guy ive been lied on spied on cried on tried on taken for a ride you bet fracked cracked smacked jack what you see is what you get ive been spit at hit at quit at shit at shouldnt hurt a bit at what im trying to get at fool me once shame on me fool me twice and put the blame on i dont care anymore no i don t care anymore