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Lyrics

Live and Not Die Trying

©2015 Julie Christensen

Stone Cupid Music BMI

My dreams are rich, but my aim is poor

My aim is truly untrue

I was aimin' for that homeplace

But it just kept slippin' through

You would think I had it all, 

But I just had everything.

You would think I'd seen it all,

When I'd probably seen too much of what the world can bring

The show must go on, weather permitting

Just want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want my pockets to be lined with a modest sum

Made with my own two hands

I want the streets to be paved with goldenrods

And smiles upon the land

'Cause there's a lot of room at the bottom

And still it is not lonely.

I was on top of the world

With the weight of it all on me, and I need wings.

The show must go on, weather permitting

Just want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want to Live and Not Die Trying

The end of the rainbow is fading off the ledge

The end of the world has lost its edge

My dreams are rich and my aim's been poor

Oh, but I aim to please you true

And a little bit of heaven underneath the clouds 

I want to build for you.

'Cause there's a lot of room at the bottom

And still it is not lonely

We are on top of the world 

And you are my one and only, and why I sing.

The show must go on, and on and on and on.

Just want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want to Live and Not Die Trying