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
