Ten Year Town

Well now, Lord

Yeah, I've been a-pickin' 'bout fourteen years

Fourteen years of blood, sweat, and tears

Brother let me tell ya, after two or three beers

Some country music pickin's boutta fill these ears

Boutta fill these ears

Boutta fill these ears

Lord, some country music pickin's boutta fill these ears

Five years down in a ten year town

Nashville blues really got me down

Tryna leave the city's got me Northern bound

But buddy, I can't go home yet

Can't go home yet

Can't go home yet

No buddy, I can't go home yet

Well, I'm tryna make a killing but a living will do

A killing'd be nice, but this works too

Sometimes, whole weeks feel like an afternoon

But I'm a pickin' son of a bitch 'till I die

Lord, I'm a pickin' son of a bitch 'till I die