Tekster: Rodney Crowell. Let the Picture Paint Itself.

We try so hard to make it all work out
Sometimes sittin' on the top of the world
Sometimes very deep in doubt
And if the only thing that tomorrow brings
Is the sunrise on the top of that hill
I'm gonna sit right down and watch the world go around
And never think about another damn bill

Some men live for money some for art
One guy thinks he's funny
The other guy thinks he's smart
Everybody's gonna get lucky every now and then
And the one who's feelin' so low down
Now is later on gonna win

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Let the picture paint itself and it'll be all right
You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to hold on so tight
Let the picture paint itself and it'll only get better
And when the day is through and it's just me and you
We'll be feeling so good we'll be knocking on wood

If you think you've got troubles just look around
and don't go out in public all turned upside down
If the only thing that you're livin' for is pain
There's a real good chance you'll get nothing more
Than a lot more of the same

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