You and me been down here
Working hard to chill
It must be nice up there
On top of the hill

Trouble calls you by your name
Knocks on your door
And you know why
You know what for

But it's alright
It's alright
You've got soul and everybody knows
that it's alright

But it's alright
It's alright
You've got soul and everybody knows
that it's alright

Dirty dealing under the table
As you place your bet
Thought they took you for all you had
But they forget

I got my feet to keep on dancing

Might feel you're being dragged along
Like a marionette
Might feel they've been pulling your strings
But don't forget

I got my feet to keep on dancing

I got the truth to keep from lying
I got the weight to keep from flying
I might be broke but I ain't broken
I might smile but I ain't joking

I got my feet to keep on dancing

This ain't over
This ain't it
I ain't never gonna have enough sense to quit

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