Kip Moore - The Guitar Slinger

Another dawn's creepin' in I guess it's my bedtime again And some old farmer fills his cup While I'm comin' down from last night's buzz Ooh, ooh

I close my eyes and frame by frame I recall it all except her name Sweet southern voice beggin' me to stay Last week runs into yesterday

It's the life and times of the guitar slinger The day and the night of the good-time bringer Highs and lows of a sad song singer I'm a simple man but it's complicated When your soul's on fire and your heart feels faded But I ain't complainin' Hey

I hear that diesel engine slow It's my wake-up call and it's time to load I shuffle out into the cold I try to shake the tired but it's in my bones

It's the life and times of the guitar slinger The day and the night of the good-time bringer Highs and lows of a sad song singer I'm a simple man, it's complicated When your soul's on fire and your heart feels faded But I ain't complainin' Ooh, yeah

I watch 'em line up in the streets There's nothing left but the shell of me Guitar sounds ringing in my head I know I'm alive but I'm walking dead

I tried before to just walk away But the music always makes me stay The years just keep on rollin' by Another day turns into night

It's the life and times of the guitar slinger The day and the night of the good-time bringer Highs and lows of a sad song singer I'm a simple man, it's complicated When your soul's on fire and your heart feels faded But I ain't complaining Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, hey