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Ray Fulcher

Sellin' Cars

 

Sellin' Cars

(álbum: Spray Painted Line - 2022)


Working on commission on a pre-owned lot
I was east Georgia wishing I'd make a living with a flat top
I knew my heart couldn't put roots down here
The night I saw Chief live sing "Lightning" my senior year
Oh that's how it goes
The start of the story that's still getting told

And I'm six strings deep
In a long neck long shot
Weekend neon all night scene
And these half empty rooms
Don't give a damn bout the dues I'm paying
Or the new songs that I'm playing
There's no guarantees this dream
Will ever see the other side of this bar
But it sure beats the hell out of selling cars

I traded higher education for a tip jar degree
Let my momma down and doubled down on me
My back home buddies say they don't see me anymore
Now that I'm selling songs instead of selling Fords

And I'm six strings deep
In a long neck long shot
Weekend neon all night scene
And these half empty rooms
Don't give a damn bout the dues I'm paying
Or the new songs that I'm playing
There's no guarantees this dream
Will ever see the other side of this bar
But it sure beats the hell out of selling cars

I traded in that Monday to Sunday
And that 9 to 5 for a maybe someday
I'd hear my songs on them radio waves
And stand in that circle on the Opry stage

And I'm six strings deep
In a long neck long shot
Weekend neon all night scene
And these half empty rooms
Don't give a damn bout the dues I'm paying
Or the new songs that I'm playing
There's no guarantees this dream
Will ever see the other side of this bar
Even if this town gets around to breaking my heart
It still beats the hell out of selling cars

Yeah
Selling old used cars

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