Well, we ride into town in a beat up van Got our name on the side like a rock n’ roll band Staring out a cracked windshield with one headlight Got our guitars tuned and we’re rearing to go Down to Larson City for a three hour show Well, if we ain’t half bad, I know they’re gonna treat us right Now, whatever made me want to live like this Got to get stoned just to get my fix Like it or not, there ain’t no turning around Like a freight train rolling out through the night Got the pedal to the metal, honey hold on tight This gypsy life, I know, won’t let me down.
(Chorus) See I was born to be a guitar picker Guess I had a soft spot for the women and liquor It’s a wonder how I’ve kept my sanity I’ve played in every bar from here to Memphis Drinkin’ like Hank and singing like Elvis The folks out West didn’t think a whole lot of me Guess an old Honky Tonker’s about all I’ll ever be.
Well, I had a little woman back in San Antone Times got rough and I moved on Left her crying in a trailer by the county line So, I bought a guitar and I found me a band I grew out my beard became a travelin’ man Doing one night shows in any place we could find At county fairs and biker clubs Sing about whiskey, fast women and love It’s all about the same just as long as we can make a buck Yeah, we play it fast and we play it slow From Mustang Sally down to Curtis Lowe And when the bottles fly we just smile and turn it up.
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Well the night is young and the beer is cold The women are sweet and my lines are old But, it all comes together when we get down and start to play Guess there’s something about the sound of a Gibson flat top Crankin’ out loud, just a pickin’ it non-stop Get on the floor and two-step the night away.