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Why do you worry Why do you care What need have you to think of yourself As anything less than thoughtful and fair People may pass judgement Those people who are blind They see you through their own misgivings Don't worry about them friend You may have walked a troubled path Or maybe you've fared well We take turns in making mistakes But we all die in the end I would not swap the life I've led With anyone in the world I have the love of a family And I've acquainted many friends Sometimes my choices may be suspect Perhaps I've done some wrong But most of all I do believe That my being is soundly built If I were to go tomorrow If the reaper called on me I think he'd know that way down deep I've lived the life of man I've been happy I've been sad I've been a drunkard And I've been a fool But mostly my life's been ruled By the thing my folks instilled in me The honesty of the working man Ideals interna...