Every since the day, I was big enough to put my pants on by myself You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar It never left my arms till I was almost grown I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son But my mind was packed and gone and headed south Momma said, ''I'll pray for you'', then she said, ''Goodbye'' To the only one out of seven that didn't work out Now, I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap Well, I ain't done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home Just another night club singer with a real good band If a jealous woman don't kill me and momma keeps on prayin' Someday I might be more than what I am Now, I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap © SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com