Well, I wake up in the mornin', I brew my coffee hot and strong. I get out my ole guitar, and try to write a song. An them larks are singin, oh Lord, just outside.
Been workin' like a dawg, slavin' on the fence line. Stretchin' those wires tight. Diggin' and tappin' and sweatin' in the sunshine. But I get off tonight.
{If you don't use this nasty stuff don't start. But if youre hopelessly addicted. I guess you gotta find something good to say about a bad habit. Well hey let's try.