I met with my accountant
He was better dressed than me
He'd been counting up my money
But he doesn't count for free
He said most is for the tax man
Not much of it was mine
And he showed me rows of figures
I had paid for every line
And the lesson learned
Cost me the shirt upon my back
I spoke with my PR man
Many thousand miles from home
He'd been struggling to place me
I was falling between stones
And he said I wasn't country
I should put my faith in folk
And he told me his great master plan
I told him I was broke
And the lesson learned
Cost me the shirt upon my back
Seems I'll never get ahead of the game
But I've learned my lesson well
And I'll never get ahead of the game
But I'm still here to tell the tale
I started out quite strongly
I got sidetracked pretty soon
And the stars where I was aiming
All got hidden by the moon
So I wasted many years
Trying to find my way around
But the roads I chose were hard ones
Always up and never down
And the lesson learned
Cost me the shirt upon my back
Seems I'll never get ahead of the game
But I've learned my lesson well
And I'll never get ahead of the game
But I'm still here to tell the tale
For each step going forward
There were two more coming back
Then I stumbled in the darkness
And I tumbled from the track
So I stopped to heal my bruises
I had started to forget
That the answer's in the journey
And not how far you get
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Written by Roger D'Arcy - (c) Longsongs Music Limited