Letters on the Marquee

Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name

And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same

I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn

I'm headed home, watch me get gone

Well, I wanna be a bottle on the top shelf covered up in dust

Naw, they won't be able to afford me, they won't have enough

Don't wanna be bought, don't wanna be sold

Don't wanna be talked down to, don't wanna be owned

Well, the bartender's lookin' at me sideways, guess I don't have a right

But I've been tippin' like a canoe, smilin' all damn night

I guess I'll quit and just walk away

I don't need this shit, have a good day

Well, I'm playing for a fool in a barroom, stubborn as my debt

He's yelling, "Sing another David Allan Coe song," but I ain't sang one yet

Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn

I'm headed home, watch me get gone

Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name

And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same

Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn

I'm headed home, watch me get gone