Still That Never Goes Dry

You won't see my name in marquee lights
Or in the spotlight, loud and bright
I'm on this gypsy convoy
Don't you know this ole' boy
Is gonna be landing in Atlanta tonight

If you wanna find me anytime soon
I'll be in a smokey old bar room
Breakin' up the fights
Hopin' I'll survive the night
I'll be headed home in the morning light

When I hit that stage I'll get high
But honey I'm just another guy
Doing what I can to keep from sinkin'
'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin'
From a still that never goes dry

I hope you'll be there when I get home
I'll come home dirty and smell of smoke
I'll lay you down real easy
Upon that mountain breezy
Lay under the pines and have a toke

Now I'm over Mississippi, you're probably on the ground
Came out to sing them songs, but they don't like my sound
So, who the hell needs L.A.
I like it colder anyway
To warm you up when I lay you down

When I hit that stage I'll get high
But honey I'm just another guy
Doing what I can to keep from sinkin'
'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin'
From a still that never goes dry

When I hit that stage I'll get high
But honey I'm just another guy
Doing what I can to keep from sinkin'
'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin'
From a still that never goes dry
From a still that never goes dry
From a still that never goes dry