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The engine was dead, we don t sweat the small stuff Stuff, sometimes the rain drips down on our temple of love
That s small stuff, so we don t sweat the small stuff, traffic and the taxes and the coming of age
We have to put a pot smack dab in the middle of the bed, when i went out this morning Alabama, lucy works there til the sun goes down
why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage
that s small stuff
lucy works there til the sun goes down
The bacon and the bread, before we get a chance to get ahead
why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage
And she don t sweat the small stuff, there s a little cafe on the corner of town
when i went out this morning
we don t sweat the small stuff
we don t sweat the small stuff
the bacon and the bread
Before we get a chance to get ahead, so we don t sweat the small stuff, and she don t sweat the small stuff
The engine was dead, we have to put a pot smack dab in the middle of the bed
The engine was dead, there s a comfort in the knowing there s a spirit in us giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust
Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age, we don t sweat the small stuff, sometimes the rain drips down on our temple of love
lucy works there til the sun goes down
why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage
When i went out this morning, there s a comfort in the knowing there s a spirit in us giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust, why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage
There s a little bitty hole in the ceiling above, why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage, we don t sweat the small stuff
we have to put a pot smack dab in the middle of the bed
Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age, there s a little cafe on the corner of town
the engine was dead
when i went out this morning
There s a little bitty hole in the ceiling above, lucy works there til the sun goes down
traffic and the taxes and the coming of age
Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age, before we get a chance to get ahead
And she don t sweat the small stuff, had to drive it home with one taillight, there s a little cafe on the corner of town
Lucy works there til the sun goes down, so we don t sweat the small stuff
traffic and the taxes and the coming of age
Somebody hit my car at the diner last night, there s a comfort in the knowing there s a spirit in us giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust
It ain t very much but she brings home, traffic and the taxes and the coming of age
Before we get a chance to get ahead, when i went out this morning Small, and she don t sweat the small stuff
in a love that s so much greater than all the small stuff