Dyin' For a Livin'

Well, my...

Baby she's a fussin' and a cussin' as I'm packing the truck

I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up

Yeah, sangin' these songs is like slangin' a drug

Call it country band contraband

Can't get enough

Of this pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

Prolly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't

It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion

It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't

I'm a honky-tonkin', dead man walkin', never quittin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

Well them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin' a rug

And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' it up

Yeah, the sun'll be up before we call it a night

I know it's taking its toll but it's a hell of a high

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

Prolly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't

It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion

It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't

I'm a honky-tonkin', dead man walkin', never quittin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

Prolly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't

It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion

It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't

I'm a honky-tonkin', dead man walkin', never quittin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'

I'm a honky-tonkin', dead man walkin', never quittin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'

Dyin' for a livin'