Verse 1 If I counted all the times I was sure that I would die before I'd make it to thirty-three I could hardly sleep at night maybe I'd meet it out of sight on Forty-Sixth Street waiting there for me... Chorus Nobody knew truth is I would make it through I'd outlast every single lie they told all of you... Nobody knew truth is I would make it through I'd outlast every single lie they told all of you... [Instrumental – Harmonica Solo] Verse 2 I fell from bridges, and off my horse, drove the wrong way, wrecked my Ford threw more punches than I ever took. Mixed Campari up with Scotch, Montilla and anything I got... except a meal on day thirty-two. Chorus Nobody knew truth is I would make it through I'd outlast every single lie they told all of you... Nobody knew truth is I would make it through I'd outlast every single lie they told all of you... They knew... They knew...
