Held up in a hotel, man I just can't tell
Where the hell I am again
Another town down, and when I look around
Looks like I found a few more friends
Well I can still taste the whiskey that almost tried to kill me
I don't need to do that no more
I'm sure by tonight, I'll be flying high
Cuz that's what they came here for
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And I sell 'em outta beer and I sing 'em my songs
I live what I write and they all sing along
I do what I do and I don't get gone
Til I sell 'em outta beer and I sing 'em my songs
I pick up that phone to get a taste of home
It's been such a long, long time
But I'm doing what I love so I can't give it up
But you're always on my mind
I better catch some sleep, maybe try to eat
Can't keep up these hours I keep
I gotta job to do so I keep coming through
Cuz that's what they expect from me
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