Dyin' For A Livin'

(album: Dispatch To 16th Ave. - 2022)

Well, my...
Baby she's a fussing and a cussing as I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah sanging these songs is like slanging a drug
Call it country band contraband
Can't get enough

Of this picking, grinning
Dying for a living
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonking dead man walking never quitting
Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living

Well them rowdy little rodeo queens are strutting, cutting a rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearing it up
Yeah, the sun'll be up before we call it a night
I know it's taking its toll but it's a hell of a high

Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonking dead man walking never quitting
Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living

Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonking dead man walking never quitting
Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living

I'm a honky-tonking dead man walking never quitting
Just a picking, grinning
Dying for a living