[Verse 1] Well my baby, shes afussin and acussin as Im packing the truck I aint working for her Daddy and her Momma thinks I need to grow up Yeah, singing these songs is like slangin a drug Call it country band contraband, cant get enough [Chorus] Of this pickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin Probably gonna kill me, but itd kill me if I didnt Its a fix to my addiction Its a sin of my religion It is what it is, and it aint what it isnt Im a honkytonkin dead man walking never quittin Just apickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin, yeah [Verse 2] Well the rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin, cuttin the rug And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin it up Yeah, the Sun will be up before we call it a night I know its takin its toll, but its a hell of a high [Chorus] Of this pickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin Probably gonna kill me, but itd kill me if I didnt Its a fix to my addiction Its a sin of my religion It is what it is, and it aint what it isnt Im a honkytonkin dead man walking never quittin Just apickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin, yeah [Instrumental break] [Chorus] Of this pickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin Probably gonna kill me, but itd kill me if I didnt Its a fix to my addiction Its a sin of my religion It is what it is, and it aint what it isnt Im a honkytonkin dead man walking never quittin Just apickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin, yeah [Outro] Im a honkytonkin dead man walking never quittin Just apickin, grinnin Dyin for a livin, yeah
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