G D
Cold Lone Star beer and a half pack of smokes
Em C
Oh, is all that they pay me for the songs that I wrote
G D
Here in this bar, well, the owner can?t pay
Em C
Cause nobody came to see me or hear me play
Chorus:
D Em
Writin these songs and singing all these lines
C D
Over and over hundreds of times
G D
Ill never be pretty I wont get far
C D G
Just writing these songs on a pawn shop guitar
Drove on down to Houston for my next show
Sometimes don?t it surprise you how the wheels turn slow
Made it back home without a dollar to pay
For my gas on down to Stephenville the very next day
Chorus
