"Richard Petty" lyrics

"Richard Petty"

Now, one of these days, I'll wake up tired of the life I'm living and feel inspired to get off my ass
And be on my way
One of these days, I'll wake up steady and ready-to-go like Richard Petty
I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days

One of these days
I'm gonna find me a better way to live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won't come easy, but believe me when I say
"I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days"

One of these days, I'm coming up to it, gonna put my foot right down and do it
It's about damn time I made a change
One of these days, I'm bound for glory, and that's the moral of this old story
I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days

One of these days
I'm gonna find me a better way to live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won't come easy, but believe me when I say
"I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days"

One of these days
I'm gonna find me a better way to live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won't come easy, but believe me when I say
"I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days"

I'm gonna wake up and change my ways, one of these days


Writer(s): William Apostol
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