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Bobby played his guitar
on the harder side of town,
where it's hard for a poor boy
to find the money.
He had dedication.
He had the heart and soul.
Somehow knew he was born to play.
People said: "Get a real job,
support your family,
'cause there's no future
in the road you're takin'."
He never said a word;
the dreamer just kept on.
Late at night you could hear him sing.
He said: "I'm gonna be somebody.
One of these days, I'm gonna break these chains.
I'm gonna be somebody someday.
You can bet your hard-earned dollar I will."
The road was a struggle:
it took him ten years to the top.
But now he's number one
on the stage and the radio.
Still he can't believe
how people come from miles around,
when it seemed like only yesterday
he would say: "I'm gonna be somebody.
One of these days, I'm gonna break these chains.
I'm gonna be somebody someday.
You can bet your hard-earned dollar I will."
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Bobby played his hometown
one full moon August night,
when he heard a voice in the front row singin'.
It was a sandy-haired rebel boy
with the same old hungry eyes.
Looked up at Bobby and said:
"I'm gonna be somebody.
One of these days, I'm gonna break these chains.
I'm gonna be somebody someday.
You can bet your hard-earned dollar I will.
You know I will, yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna be somebody.
One of these days, I'm gonna break these chains.
I'm gonna be somebody someday.
You can bet your hard-earned dollar I will.
Oh yeah, you can bet
your hard-earned dollar I will."
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