I didn’t make the chart today
Or do the other thing I said
I would I let the circumstances say
the way in which I’d get my daily bread
I didn’t climb the mountaintop
I didn’t explain the stars
What you may sew you’ll reap that crop
I see my life from behind bars
I saw my life contained too long
By nothing more than thoughts
I took what I had found along
the way and threw away my oughts
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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