Still That Never Goes Dry

You won't see my name in marquee lights Or in the spotlight, loud and bright I'm on this gypsy convoy Don't you know this ole' boy Is gonna be landing in Atlanta tonight If you wanna find me anytime soon I'll be in a smokey old bar room Breakin' up the fights Hopin' I'll survive the night I'll be headed home in the morning light When I hit that stage I'll get high But honey I'm just another guy Doing what I can to keep from sinkin' 'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin' From a still that never goes dry I hope you'll be there when I get home I'll come home dirty and smell of smoke I'll lay you down real easy Upon that mountain breezy Lay under the pines and have a toke Now I'm over Mississippi, you're probably on the ground Came out to sing them songs, but they don't like my sound So, who the hell needs L.A. I like it colder anyway To warm you up when I lay you down When I hit that stage I'll get high But honey I'm just another guy Doing what I can to keep from sinkin' 'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin' From a still that never goes dry When I hit that stage I'll get high But honey I'm just another guy Doing what I can to keep from sinkin' 'Cause lovin' you's like drinkin' From a still that never goes dry From a still that never goes dry From a still that never goes dry