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', yeah

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'



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Stanton, Charlie Muncaster, Jordan Fletcher
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