M.P. Shaudd Poet Lyric

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

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