Country Song

I can't write no songs
Lord, what'll I do?
I have to go back home
Here in a week or two
And ol' brown liquor is keeping me out of tune
I can't write no songs
I can't sing no blues
I can't buy no beer
'Cause my money's all gone
Now it's crystal clear
I've been livin' wrong
And Lord if you can see fit to send me down one lil' song
I can buy me some beer
And keep livin' wrong
And I got bloodshot eyes, and Lord my mind is blown
Tell me what do you use for a muse when you're all alone
And all my vices have ate up my devices
And I can't even write a decent country song
I can't find my pen
When the stars are high
'Cause they cut off a poor boy's power back in July
And candlelight ain't sufficient for a drunkard's eyes
When the stars are high
And so am I
And I got bloodshot eyes and Lord my mind is blown
Tell me what do you use for a muse when you're all alone?
And all my vices have ate up my devices
And I can't even write a decent country song
And I can't even write a decent country song



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Wayne Johnson
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