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DON’T COUNT SLEEP**** 
© Words and Music: Ben Krahne and Donna Aylor 


Snuck in my window after curfew 
I thought I was so cool    
Daddy woke me up at daylight
I said “Hey Man that’s cruel”
Then he threw me my hat and boots  
Growled “Boy get out of that bed”  
Worked me like a plow horse  
My face was burning red     

Climb:
I said" Hey Pop lets quit,  the sun’s about down"  
He just smiled and said " There's one thing that I've found   
 
Chorus
YOU ONLY LIVE ABOUT FORTY YEARS
IF YA DON’T COUNT SLEEP
AND I KNOW AS A YOUNG MAN 
YOU DON’T THINK THAT DEEP
YEAH THIS BIG BLUE BALL THAT WE’RE LIVING ON 
SPINS FASTER THAN YOU THINK
WE ONLY LIVE ABOUT FORTY YEARS
THAT’S IF YOU DON’T COUNT SLEEP

 
Eleven years of short days and nights  
Slipped by much too fast  
Working crazy no vacation   
When Daddy calls he just laughs  
Have a ( baby boy/ girl ) due in a month  or: Hafta ride a bull in Reno this week
I need to clone myself in two  
Dig holes for my new fence  
And paint that room blue  or: Have two ponies to get shoed

Climb:
Like to throw water in that hour glass of sand   
Can't believe I'm crowding  thirty,  now I understand   
 
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Bridge
Sixteen hours to make that hay
The other eight we dream away
So fit alotta life in between 	
Cuz as the pendulum swings 

 
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