Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between And a red head named Annie, she’s still fast asleep Made me make her a promise, she knows I can’t keep La de daTime to fire up that two tone bucket of rust Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck Breathing my freedom, windows rolled down Forty-six miles till the next nameless town La de daWell, the place is still empty when I walk in the door Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor Give a nod to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks Life’s been hard on her, but she’s been good to me La de daOff in the shadows Stands a stool and a stage Where many souls before me were put on display I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues That won’t add up to nothing but tips and cheap boozeYeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior, I go home alone I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low I’m the guitar man
Well they’ll ask for more love songs and I’ll play with a smile To help them hold on or forget for a while They can fill up that jukebox with a week’s worth of pay But it can’t feel their happy and it can’t feel their painNo drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies It’s all in a song and it’s all on me Won’t find nothing fancy I’m a tired one man band I’m the picking and grinning guitar manYeah the fruits of my labor’s when the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior, I go home alone I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low, I’m the guitar man yeahWell I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one But she soon grew tired, this love on the run Said she felt second, told me I had to choose She’s back in Georgia and I’m here with youThe end of the night, we’ll all be best friends Then strangers till I roll through town again I’ll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can One for the road for the guitar manYeah the fruits of my labor’s when the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior still I go home alone I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low, I’m the guitar man yeah I’ll play em fast, I’ll play em slow, I’m the guitar man Yeah…