Acoustic Junction - It Isn't Theirs lyrics

They took my only baseball cap meant the world to me They took it to the streets, couldn't sell the thing for free And I'm just a lonesome country boy traveling around the world with my girl Now why did they have to go on being so mean to me? Well, "B" is for Boston, sew the letters red. "C" is for Crime, you know, beat you on the head. And I'd rather they torture me than take my last dime You can strip me of my clothes, but you can't strip me of my pride And you only feel like giving up hanging out to dry But you always give it one more shot one last try And you know you ain't the only one that feels this way, and it's OK To have them mean old ripoff blues today. Now if there is a God or Buddha, someone upstairs I ask you this favor say one last prayer: "That guy that wears my baseball hat claims to being me, Let instant karma catch him, rob him just like me." You only feel like giving up hanging out to dry Always give it one more shot one last try And you know you ain't the only one that feels this way, and it's OK. Have them mean old, cruel old, I've seen better days, ripoff blues today.