Well, we ride into town in a beat up van
Got our name on the side like a rock n’ roll band
Staring out a cracked windshield with one headlight
Got our guitars tuned and we’re rearing to go
Down to Larson City for a three hour show
Well, if we ain’t half bad, I know they’re gonna treat us right
Now, whatever made me want to live like this
Got to get stoned just to get my fix
Like it or not, there ain’t no turning around
Like a freight train rolling out through the night
Got the pedal to the metal, honey hold on tight
This gypsy life, I know, won’t let me down.
(Chorus)
See I was born to be a guitar picker
Guess I had a soft spot for the women and liquor
It’s a wonder how I’ve kept my sanity
I’ve played in every bar from here to Memphis
Drinkin’ like Hank and singing like Elvis
The folks out West didn’t think a whole lot of me
Guess an old Honky Tonker’s about all I’ll ever be.
Well, I had a little woman back in San Antone
Times got rough and I moved on
Left her crying in a trailer by the county line
So, I bought a guitar and I found me a band
I grew out my beard became a travelin’ man
Doing one night shows in any place we could find
At county fairs and biker clubs
Sing about whiskey, fast women and love
It’s all about the same just as long as we can make a buck
Yeah, we play it fast and we play it slow
From Mustang Sally down to Curtis Lowe
And when the bottles fly we just smile and turn it up.
(Repeat Chorus)
Well the night is young and the beer is cold
The women are sweet and my lines are old
But, it all comes together when we get down and start to play
Guess there’s something about the sound of a Gibson flat top
Crankin’ out loud, just a pickin’ it non-stop
Get on the floor and two-step the night away.
(Repeat Chorus)
