I was riding number nine heading south from Caroline.

I heard that long, mhm waffin' wild.

I heard that long, mhmwahwahwah some whistles blue.

Oh, yah, yah,

get. I'm going to Oh, hello brother A. Partridge come down today to play some songs for us all.

He been spending a little time down here and my part of the world he was

up in Dow County yesterday and he messes me and said he didn't have much going on

Thursday so I told him to come on by and check the old barn and grow out.

So I bet you play some, our brother, eh?

This is a song called Fake it till you make it. Well you can get a flashy guitar and singing all the best bars, but I hope you know how to smile.

And it'll help if you can shake it, because's the way you got to make it when you're young

and in your prime because it's a fight to tell the truth and it's even harder in your youth and no one likes a tune that they've never heard.

And nobody wants a song if they can't sing alone.

So you give them brown-eyed girl.

Well now I sure ain't saying that this is a prayer worth praying.

In fact, it's something I can never recommend.

But you won't never have to fear, singing songs folks want to hear, and when

you're done they'll all shout a man but it won't have no meaning and them

rhymes will be so easy with an old message in your songs.

Well, I've heard so many say it.

You gotta fake it till you make it, but you won't be making nothing at all. So I'm gonna write a song and call it free bird for all these assholes calling free bird

and acting like I give a damn

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