Guitar Man

Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down

Still taste the whisky fresh on my mouth

Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand

Another day in the life of a guitar man

La, da, da

Well, last night was a good night

As I reach in my jeans

Crumpled up ones

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, da, da

Time to fire up that two-tone

Bucket of rust

Throw my amp in my case

In the back of my truck

Breath in my freedom

With the windows rolled down

Forty-six miles till the next nameless town

La, da, da

Well, the place is still empty

When I walk in the door

Stench from the beer

Spilling up through the floor

Give a nod to sweet Lisa

She mixes the drinks

Life's been hard on her

But she's been good to me

La, da, 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

It won't add up to nothing

But tips and cheap boos

Yeah, the fruits of my labors

When the crowd sings along

Nothing short of a savior

I go home alone

I'm an empty, faceless

Spotlight, mic stand

I'll get you high, I'll get you low

I'm a guitar man, yeah

Well, I'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 their jukebox

With a weeks worth of pay

But it can't feel their happy

And it can't feel their pain, no

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 labors

When the crowds sings along

Nothing short of a savior

I go home alone

I'm an empty, faceless

Spotlight, mic stand

I'll get you high, I'll get you 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 labors

When the crowds sings along

Nothing short of a savior

Still, I go home alone

I'm an empty, faceless

Spotlight, mic stand

I'll get you high, I'll get you low

I'm the guitar man

I'll play 'em fast, I'll play 'em slow

I'm the guitar man

Yeah