Take What You Want and Leave The Rest

When I was young, if you said, boy, sit down and tell me
When you get old, where your life might lead
An astronaut on the first flight out to Venus
But some things just don't work out like good dreams
Instead I wake up and go to work each morning
I count the hours till I can play these strings
Many people aim to give me their suggestions
When I know their life ain't quite like it seems

These paint covered, overworked, and bloody-knuckled calloused hands
Earn me, exactly what I need
Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler
All the stories I write that make me feel like me
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I sing the truth, though I may not do it best
Take what you want and leave the rest

I write these songs with an inch left of my pencil
In some old book I got when I turned twenty-one
I oversleep and I show up looking tired
Last night, this guitar and I had some fun
Not everyone's gonna like the words I'm singing
But I'll just keep on playin' all night long
It's not about making money chasin' stages
But the love I have for writin' these here songs

These paint covered, overworked, and bloody-knuckled calloused hands
Earn me, exactly what I need
Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler
All the stories I write that make me feel like me
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I sing the truth, though I may not do it best
Take what you want and leave the rest

These paint covered, overworked, and bloody-knuckled calloused hands
Earn me, exactly what I need
Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler
All the stories I write that make me feel like me
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I sing the truth, though I may not do it best
Take what you want and leave the rest



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Cain
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