Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

Your Last Day On Earth

Clean up your room.  Be back at five.
You're up too late.  No you can't drive.
How 'bout a trim?  What's up with your friends?
It must be tough to have us love you so much
Like it or not, here's my parting shot

CHORUS:
Love when you can, cry when it hurts
Hold on to your faith; take pride in your work
Fight for your dreams wherever they lead
For all that you're worth
And live every day like it's your last day on earth

You had a bad day.  Say your teacher's insane
All your ideas, right down the drain
There go your grades; it's the price that we pay
You're hanging 'round, the only game in this town
Before you cave in, try it again.  Try it again.

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Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com