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Licks riffs and a song

I left my home in Kentucky, I had traveling on my mind, had no use for school, had no use for useless rules,

Hard knocks, my guitar, and some paper to write my songs on was all I needed,

Momma said that aint no way to live and pappa just thought I was a fool.

Today I sit here with misty eyes, they lay in their grave and I’m still struggling to make my way, first I got stoned, then I got wasted, loved some, and died a little bit every day, then I got clean, but I never strayed from my path, it’s still my guitar and my songs that get me through, but I have to ask,

Did I do it right or did I do it all wrong living my life for some guitar licks, riffs, and a song somebody tell me was all the Hell and misery worth livin my life this way?

No, I did not make the big time and nobody as of yet knows my name, but I keep on cruising down this lonely road, not much in me has changed addicted and needing pills for my health is a fine line, but I keep playing my guitar, writing, and singing these songs looking back on what I still can remember of my life,

So, this one is for you momma and pappa, I’m sorry to say, living my life for some guitar licks, riffs, and a song to sing is the only way it had to be and I’m sorry if you never understood that shiny things and all the money in the world could never steer me off the path and living my life for some guitar licks, riffs, and a song was all that I wanted to do and I did it.



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