Guitar Man Lyrics - Kip Moore

Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down 

Still taste the whiskey, fresh on my mouth 

Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand 

Another day in the life of a guitar man 

La de da 

Well last night was a good night as I reach 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 da 

Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust 

Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck 

Breathe in my freedom with the windows rolled down 

Forty six miles 'til the next nameless town 

La de da 

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Well, 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 da 

Off in the shadows 

Stands a stool and a stage 

Many souls before me were put on display 

I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues 

Won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze 

Yeah, 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, getcha low 

I'm the guitar man, yeah 

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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 I can't feel their happy and I can't feel their pain, no 

No 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 man 

Yeah 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 Yeah 

Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one 

But she soon grew tired of this love on the run 

She said she felt second, told me I had to choose 

She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you 

The end of the night, we'll all be best friends 

Then strangers 'tiI roll through town again 

I'll yell out, "hey Lisa, something cold in a can" 

One for the road for the guitar man 

Yeah 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, getcha low, I'm the guitar man 

I'll play 'em fast, I'll play 'em slow, I'm the guitar man 

Yeah