Fold Me Up, Haul Me Home

No I never spent the dime on a Gibson guitar

So this Tele just seems to sing my blues these days

I play songs that'll make you choke up

Especially when I get all smoked up

And the steel rings soft and clear, takes me away

I think about them old days, how they got to me

As I roll down this river to Carolina

Went from a V8 left lane screamer

To a weaving right lane dreamer

But when the chemicals swirl around and control my mind

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk

Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned

My fingers won't work the strings

My head burns when I sing

Might as well fold me up and haul me home

Each night the free drinks appear at the foot of this stage

Oh how that moonshine sure does get to my head

And I'll stay out too long

Despite knowing that I'm wrong

One day these vices are bound to kill me dead

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk

Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned

My fingers won't work the strings

My head burns when I sing

Might as well fold me up and haul me home

Fold me up and haul me home

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk

Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned

My fingers won't work the strings

My head burns when I sing

Might as well fold me up and haul me home

Fold me up and haul me home

Fold me up and haul me home