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