Well, my…
Baby shes a fussin and a cussin as Im packing the truck
I aint 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
Cant get enough
Of this pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin
Probly gonna kill me but itd kill me if I didnt
Its a fix to my addiction, its a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it aint what it isnt
Im 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 sunll be up before we call it a night
I know its taking its toll but its a hell of a high
Just a pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin
Probly gonna kill me but itd kill me if I didnt
Its a fix to my addiction, its a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it aint what it isnt
Im a honky-tonkin dead man walkin never quittin
Just a pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin
Just a pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin
Probly gonna kill me but itd kill me if I didnt
Its a fix to my addiction, its a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it aint what it isnt
Im a honky-tonkin dead man walkin never quittin
Just a pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin
Im a honky-tonkin dead man walkin never quittin
Just a pickin, grinnin
Dyin for a livin