Backwoods Bravado

Misery's my masterpiece I'm a Rembrandt of the blues My bucket list, only consists Of a pair of worn out shoes Nashville spit me out And that's a hard pill, to swallow Much like my Backwoods Bravado My backwoods bravado Helps me write these songs It's also the reason Why I'm still alone I'm hard on myself Because pride don't pay bills And living helped me render These skills I like my twang with A big side of whiskey I'll take my heartbreak, with pain It's all the same But my backwoods bravado Has kept me From becoming One of Nashville's greats My backwoods bravado Helps me write these songs To often about hurt And love that's gone wrong I could wallow in pity Or write it real strong But my backwoods bravado Lives on The hills sing their song From the breeze in the trees And my backwoods bravado Is like a disease Wherever my heart goes My life leads me And my backwoods bravado Just grieves My backwoods bravado Helps me write these songs The truth's in the lie That drags me along Maybe someday should tradition Come back along My backwoods bravado Can live on Yes my backwoods bravado lives on