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Six String

I'm heading down that long tiresome road Have a six string I never have to reload. Blazing my way before my star burns out And yes I may hold you near Don't ask me to hold you dear But I'll sure take another beer Making my six string shout Sometimes making it cry Be rocking till I die Just don't ask me why Somewhere someone may dream of me Even though with them I may never be Memories, of the towns I have left behind. Echoes of regret never let enter my mind Love ain't that easily defined Thousands of screaming people still hear them in my head. I will be rocking them till long after I'm dead One town is the same as another Still call people I don't know my brother. Sometimes while making my guitar scream The smile ain't as easy at it may seem Where will I lay my head tonight. And Who's lover am I going have to fight Rocking along the highway Life sometimes leaves me with nothing to say Some sexy momma just wants me for a day And for a hot blooded country boy like me Everything looked ok as far as I could see Just couldn't let that be. Feeling the city heat. Smiling at all those I meet Standing there in front of that crowd Made sure my six string was good and loud Left them people wanting more But I'd done left the floor And then I'm on that tiresome road once again And I can't remember all them towns I've been But someday maybe You can be my baby I can tell you now, tomorrow I'll b on that tiresome highway And you won't be going my way Getting it while the getting is good Just so it's understood I hear that highway a calling me And that's the way it is always going to be Playing my six string till my star crashes and burns Living off whatever I may earn Playing that damn thing till I die. Don't bother asking me why The lonesome highway may be long But at the end I'll be singing you my song Six string always loud My heads up in a cloud Tell me whoever tries to takes my place Their going to have to bow out in disgrace Cause no one can make one sound like me No one you'll ever see This six string in my hand Playing lead in my own band Cause Even after I'm dead Them six stings, will still be playing in my head

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