You're

fee-

ling

ner-

vous,

aren't

you,

bo-

y?

With

your

qui-

et

voice

and

im-

pec-

cable

style

Don't

e-

ver

let

them

steal

your

jo-

y

And

your

gent-

le

ways

To

keep

'em

from

run-

ning

wild

They

can

kick

dirt

in

your

face

Dress

you

down,

and

tell

you

that

your

place

Is

in

the

midd-

le,

when

they

hate

the

way

you

shine

I

see

you

tug-

ging

on

your

shi-

rt

Trying

to

hide

in-

side

of

it

And

hide

how

much

it

hurts

Let

'em

la-

ugh

while

they

can

Let

'em

spin,

let

'em

scat-

ter

in

the

wind

I

have

been

to

the

m-

o-

vi-

es,

I've

seen

how

it

ends

And

the

jo-

ke's

on

the-

m

You

get

dis-

cou-

raged,

don't

you,

gi-

rl?

It's

your

brot-

her's

world

for

a

while

lon-

ger

We

got-

ta

dance

with

the

de-

vil

on

a

ri-

ver

To

beat

the

stre-

am

Call

it

li-

ving

the

dre-

am,

call

it

kic-

king

the

lad-

der

They

come

to

kick

dirt

in

your

face

To

call

you

weak

and

then

disp-

lace

you

Af-

ter

car-

ryi-

ng

your

ba-

by

on

your

back

ac-

ross

the

de-

sert

I

saw

your

eyes

be-

hind

your

ha-

ir

And

you're

loo-

king

ti-

r-

ed,

but

you

don't

look

scared

Let

'em

la-

ugh

while

they

can

Let

'em

spin,

let

'em

scat-

ter

in

the

wind

I

have

been

to

the

mo-

vi-

es,

I've

seen

how

it

ends

And

the

joke's

on

the-

m

Let

'em

laugh

while

they

ca-

n

Let

'em

spin,

let

'em

scat-

ter

in

the

wind

I

have

been

to

the

mo-

vi-

es,

I've

seen

how

it

ends

And

the

joke's

on

the-

m

Oo-

h,

ooh,

ooh,

ooh

O-

oh,

ooh,

o-

oh,

ooh