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Текст: The Rutles. Living In Hope.

I grew up in the Country
Beside a chicken shack
So I left for the City
And I didn't look back

Now I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Yes, I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope

Walkin' ground the City
Feelin' all alone
Nobody told me
The streets are paved with stone

But I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Yes, I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
I'm livin' in hope

Can't find my feet or a friendly face
In this god-forsaken town
Nobody stops to lend a hand
Unless they wanna put you down, no

Got no woman
Or a steady job
Feelin' like a cowboy
And lookin' like a slob

But I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Yes, I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
I'm livin' in hope

Nothin' in my pocket
Nowhere to go
Lookin' for a handout
But no one wants to know

Why I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Yes, I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope

I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Yes, I'm livin' in hope
(Livin' in hope)
Livin' in hope