You can’t knock out the same tooth twice
Got nothing to lose by being nice
Everybody loves somebody essentially
If you’re looking for that kind of thing
Might as well be me
I used to collect, collect a paycheck
Singing with a suit and a tie ‘round my neck
Playing “Take Me Back to Dixie” in harmony
If you’re looking for someone free
Might as well be me
Might as well be me, Florinda
To love you through thick and thin
Might as well be me, Florinda
As anyone the cat drags in
Rock my soul with a two-by-four
Whatever it was, well, it ain’t no more
In the shade of a tiger tree, essentially
If you don’t know what you’re looking for
Might as well be me
I ain’t looking for someone who
Got nothing for her soul but a shoe
Say it with no apology, it’s plain to see
Whatever else is coming to you
Might as well be me
Might as well be me, Florinda
To love you through the thick and thin
Might as well be me, Florinda
‘Cause I can take it on the chin
Make my bed on the highway
Between the dividing line
Make my bed on the highway
Underneath the outbound sign
Make my bed on the highway
North/South 93
If you’re looking for someone to share the road
It might as well be me
Me, Florinda
Make my bed on the asphalt
Cast iron pillow for my head
The end of the world was not my fault
No matter what anybody said
It’s one day before yesterday
Tomorrow’s less than a week away
I’ve lost all track of time and the clock won’t chime
But the sun shines just fine
Though I don’t know the day
I remember the future well
Nothing else left in the shop to sell
Other than next year’s Christmas tree, take it for free
Someone’s due to be ringing your bell
It might as well be me
Might as well
Might as well be me, Florinda
To love you through the thick and thin
Might as well be me, Florinda
As anyone the cat
As anyone the cat drags
As anyone the cat drags in
Other lyrics by Bruce Hornsby:
Alabama
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Ecstatic
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Entropy Here (Rust In Peace)
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Indigo Park
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Memory Palace
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