(ron agnew)

WellI was a poor boy
Just a-kickin' around
Eighteenwith a head full a' dreams
Took some money back then
Did a year in the pen
For not livin' within my means

I worked ev'ry day
I did my time the hard way
I walked out a' that place feelin' clean
I got a joba guitar
I bought an old beat-up car
Started livin' within my means

Fell in love with a beautiful ladyof sorts
But she was ruthlessrestlessand mean
She left me one day
And now I've had to pay
For not lovin' within my means

Then I took to drinkin'
To drive her from my mind
And it helps me forget herit seems
I just drink now and then
Only now I'm drunk again
For not drinkin' within my means

Now I know that I'm dyin'
But I don't worry none
'cause I know my soul he'll redeem
But what bothers me
Unless they bury me free
Is I won't even die within my means

But when the dyin's all over
An' I come back again
Say "to hell" with self-pride and esteem
I'll get born in my teens
An' I'll stick to my dreams
Try dreamin' within my means