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Testo Dyin' For A Livin'
Testo Dyin' For A Livin'
Well, my...
Baby she's a fussin' and a cussin' as I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah sangin' these songs is like slangin' a drug
Call it country band contraband
Can't get enough
Of this pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin'
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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Well them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin' a rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' 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 pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin' 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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Baby she's a fussin' and a cussin' as I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah sangin' these songs is like slangin' a drug
Call it country band contraband
Can't get enough
Of this pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin'
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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Well them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin' a rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' 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 pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin' 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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
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-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
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