Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guitar Man, artist - Kip Moore. Album song Heartbeat, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Record label: FP
Song language: English
Guitar Man |
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 |
Yeah |