Ain't Gonna Lay This Guitar Down
Well I know what your momma's thinkin'
Your daddy ain't afraid to say
This half-cocked honky tonk wannabe's gonna send em to an early grave
Well they can blame my raising or the music I'm playing
For turning their angel of gold
Into a hell raisin', hip swingin' up there on the bar drinkin'
Singin' David Allen Coe
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Well you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
Well I met you on a ladies night Friday
As I was countin' off Stevie Ray
You cut through the crowd like a blue tick hound
And hung on every note I played
That little rose tattoo playing peek-a-boo
Above the loops of them low-cut jeans
Was swaying to the rhythm of my right hand
Doing that getcha some thing
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Ah you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
I'm gonna pick on it's what I'm gonna do!
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Well you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
Nah I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
Your daddy ain't afraid to say
This half-cocked honky tonk wannabe's gonna send em to an early grave
Well they can blame my raising or the music I'm playing
For turning their angel of gold
Into a hell raisin', hip swingin' up there on the bar drinkin'
Singin' David Allen Coe
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Well you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
Well I met you on a ladies night Friday
As I was countin' off Stevie Ray
You cut through the crowd like a blue tick hound
And hung on every note I played
That little rose tattoo playing peek-a-boo
Above the loops of them low-cut jeans
Was swaying to the rhythm of my right hand
Doing that getcha some thing
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Ah you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
I'm gonna pick on it's what I'm gonna do!
So bring on the whiskey
And fire up that smoke
Well you be my neon gypsy
I'll be your six-string Romeo
May not make your momma proud
But if it keeps you hangin' round
Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
Nah I ain't gonna lay this guitar down
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