You'll get by just fine
The coming of the age is
Another fuckin' dream wasted
And passing of the time
And you'll get by, just take it slow
But everything, everywhere
All the time ain't a thing that you
Always have to know

So be kind when it ain't easy
Don't let the vices in deep
And call up your mama
When you got the time
Let the trash take itself out
Take the telephone off the line a while
Never let your hands play for rich man's dime
And you'll get by just fine

And she said: Boy, you've been gone a long time
The coming of your age has been
A long, hard practice in
Lettin' birds fly
And you'll fly east to old Kentucky
And if you're feelin' lucky
You'll spend all your spendin' money
On women, weed, and wine

So be kind when it ain't easy
Don't let the vices in deep
And call up your mama
When you got the time
Let the trash take itself out
Don't let 'em tell you Oklahoma ain't in the South
Never let your hands work for rich man's dime
And you'll get by just fine

And you'll find God
The end of every hard road
The coming of the age is
Another practice in patience
And learnin' how to grow