Four Wheels And A Sixstring

If I had the choice, I don’t need another second
give me five more minutes for
packing, and I’ll be gone
and I will write you in my songs, don’t blame me
when I’m drunk
just visit me if you’re wondering how things are going.
Give
me four wheels and a sixstring, a bottle of booze a day
and I’ll play my
songs, and get wasted on my way.
Well the things aren’t always shiny, but it’s
always better than rain
and the whiskey will chase the clouds, then the sun
will find her way
and when I’ll wake up every morning, and I’ll think about
you back home
I will drink another glass, for all those moments I’m feeling
alone.
Give me four wheels and a sixstring, a bottle of booze a day
and I’ll
play my songs, and get wasted on my way.
Could you tell to me what’s so great,
of being a slave for something that you hate
45 years of regrets, I prefer
this road until I’m dead.
Give me four wheels and a sixstring, a bottle of
booze a day
and I’ll play my songs, and get wasted on my way
and I’ll play my
songs, and get wasted on my way
and I’ll play my songs, and get wasted everyday