Dyin' For a Livin'

Well, my Baby she's a fussin' and a cussin' as I'm packing the truck I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up Yeah, sangin' these songs is like slangin' a drug Call it country band contraband Can't get enough Of this pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin' Prob'ly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin' Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin', yeah Well, them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin' a rug And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' it up Yeah, the sun'll be up before we call it a night I know it's taking its toll, but it's a hell of a high Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin' Prob'ly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin' Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin' Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin' Prob'ly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't It's a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin' Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin' I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin' never quittin' Just a pickin', grinnin' Dyin' for a livin'