I don't have a car that turns men into
boys,
A three-story house or a shed full of
toys.
I don't have a closet full of things
That are clumsy and hell and ugly as
sin.
Those can't even beat a spring-break
drive
To see who still has their Christmas
lights,
But I've always been the guy
Who wants nothing of price
and everything of value.
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