I Ain't in This for My Health
I Ain't In This For My Health
by John Squier Pelletier
Bobby came by one day
He said there's something on my mind
The boys just don't seem well
And the songs don't sound quite right
Good ol' John, he straightened up
Stared Bobby in the eye
With a pull from his bottle he proclaimed
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
Its time to call it quits, Bobby said to John
Shuffle the deck and get some rest before we're too far gone
You could almost see the tears well up in Bobby's eyes
He took a drag and pondered for a while
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
The boys, they hit the road for a while
Bobby stayed at home
Writing songs alone
The boys, one by one, flew to close to the sun
John he rambled on
Until he couldn't sing along
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
by John Squier Pelletier
Bobby came by one day
He said there's something on my mind
The boys just don't seem well
And the songs don't sound quite right
Good ol' John, he straightened up
Stared Bobby in the eye
With a pull from his bottle he proclaimed
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
Its time to call it quits, Bobby said to John
Shuffle the deck and get some rest before we're too far gone
You could almost see the tears well up in Bobby's eyes
He took a drag and pondered for a while
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
The boys, they hit the road for a while
Bobby stayed at home
Writing songs alone
The boys, one by one, flew to close to the sun
John he rambled on
Until he couldn't sing along
I ain't in this for my health
He smiled through the pain
I'd rather see this whole damn thing go up in flames
And I'll be damned if I don't sing till my voice ain't the same
Then I'll play my way into a grave
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Writer(s): John Pelletier
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