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