Guitar Man

Album: Slowheart (2017)
  • Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down
    Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth
    Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand
    Another day in the life of the guitar man
    La de da

    Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans
    Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between
    And a red head named Annie, she's still fast asleep
    Made me make her a promise, she knows I can't keep
    La de da

    Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust
    Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck
    Breathing my freedom, windows rolled down
    Forty-six miles till the next nameless town
    La de da

    Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door
    Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor
    Give an eye to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks
    Life's been hard on her, but she's been good to me
    La de da

    Off in the shadows
    Stands a stool and a stage
    Where many souls before me were put on display
    I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues
    That won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze

    Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
    Nothing short of a savior, still I go home alone
    I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
    I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
    I'm the guitar man

    Well they'll ask for more love songs and I'll play with a smile
    To help them hold on or forget for a while
    They can fill up that jukebox with a week's worth of pay
    But it can't fill their happy and it can't fill their pain

    No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies
    It's all in a song and it's all on me
    Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band
    I'm the picking and grinning guitar man

    Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along
    Nothing short of a savior I go home alone
    I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand
    I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah

    Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one
    But she soon grew tired, this love on the run
    Said she felt second, told me I had to choose
    She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you

    The end of the night, we'll all be best friends
    Then strangers till I roll through town again
    I'll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can
    One for the road for the guitar man

    Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along
    Nothing short of a savior still I go home alone
    I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand
    I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah
    I'll play em fast, I'll play em slow, I'm the guitar man
    YeahWriter/s: DAN COUCH, KIP MOORE, WESTIN DAVIS
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, SONGS FROM THE COUCH
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