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When I was a youngster
My daddy taught me well
Said, "Son, let your right hand feed your left hand
Keep your mind open, don't let your head swell
Respect your elders
And the wisdom that they passed on
Don't you let nobody trick you
Pray to the Lord to carry on
No mistakes this time
Let me remind you, you next in line"
I paid my dues
And there's more to come
Singing the blues
Some people wonder where I'm coming from
Traveled the back roads
Big cities and overseas
I was learning the ropes, y'all
And the moves to make
No mistake this time
He said, "Son, let me remind you
You next in line"
Well
Ooh, yeah
Hey
I gotta say it again, y'all
Let me say it again
I paid my dues
And there's more to come
Well, when I was a young man singin' the blues
People wonder where I was coming from
Traveled the back roads
Big cities and overseas
I was learning the ropes
And I was learning the moves to make
No mistakes, no mistakes this time
Y'all, people, I'm next in line
Well, I'm next in line
No mistakes, I'm next in line
Next in line
Let me remind you, next in line
Oh, no mistakes, next in line
No mistakes this time
Next in line
I'm next in line
Move out of the way, I'm next in line
No mistakes this time
I'm gonna move on
I'm next in line
I'm next in line, yeah
Next in line
Get out of my way
Move on 'cause y'all, I'm next in line
Mmm, yeah
You know, my daddy taught me well, y'all
He said "Son, you know, you're next in line"
Let me say, "Son, you're next in line"
You're next in line




























