paroles de chanson Guitar Man - Kip Moore
Well,
I
woke
to
the
rise,
sun
going
down
Still
taste
the
whiskey,
fresh
on
my
mouth
Hot
cup
of
coffee,
smoke
in
my
hand
Another
day
in
the
life
of
a
guitar
man
La
de
da
Well
last
night
was
a
good
night
as
I
reach
in
my
jeans
Crumpled
up
ones,
a
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
de
da
Time
to
fire
up
that
two
tone
bucket
of
rust
Throw
my
amp
and
my
case
in
the
back
of
my
truck
Breathe
in
my
freedom
with
the
windows
rolled
down
Forty
six
miles
′til
the
next
nameless
town
La
de
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
de
da
Off
in
the
shadows
Stands
a
stool
and
a
stage
Many
souls
before
me
were
put
on
display
I
take
one
last
breath,
time
to
pay
some
more
dues
Won′t
add
up
to
nothing
but
tips
and
cheap
booze
Yeah,
the
fruits
of
my
labor′s
when
the
crowd
sings
along
Nothing
short
of
a
savior,
I
go
home
alone
I'm
an
empty,
faceless,
spotlight
mic
stand
I′ll
getcha
high,
getcha
low
I'm
the
guitar
man,
yeah
Well
they′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
that
jukebox
with
a
week′s
worth
of
pay
But
I
can't
feel
their
happy
and
I
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
labor′s
when
the
crowd
sings
along
Nothing
short
of
a
savior,
I
go
home
alone
I'm
an
empty,
faceless,
spotlight
mic
stand
I′ll
getcha
high,
I'll
getcha
low,
I'm
the
guitar
man
Yeah
Well
I
had
me
a
pretty
baby,
thought
she
was
the
one
But
she
soon
grew
tired
of
this
love
on
the
run
She
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
′tiI
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
labor′s
when
the
crowd
sings
along
Nothing
short
of
a
savior,
still
I
go
home
alone
I'm
an
empty,
faceless,
spotlight
mic
stand
I′ll
getcha
high,
getcha
low,
I'm
the
guitar
man
I'll
play
′em
fast,
I′ll
play
'em
slow,
I′m
the
guitar
man
Yeah
1 Plead the Fifth
2 Just Another Girl
3 I've Been Around
4 Fast Women
5 Bittersweet Company
6 Sunburn
7 More Girls Like You
8 The Bull
9 Blonde
10 Good Thing
11 Last Shot
12 Try Again
13 Guitar Man
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