Alone

I've see the sun for the first time

In a week or so

I wipe the sleep from my eyes

I've got nowhere to go

A cup of coffee in my hand

I've got me a smoke

There's nothing doin', I just wanna be alone

The right end of the sunrise

It sure looks nice

To see a new day taking shape

Not startin' with no night

Well, I'll been rollin' along on a thin dime

And I'm happy to be home

Please forgive me, I just want to be alone

Well, I'm gonna finish this pot of coffee

And I'm gonna put me another on

Well, I might grab my thread-bear Martin

And pick me out a song

I know I'll sit right here, I'll smoke one more

And just enjoy the dawn

I'm not angry, I just want to be alone

Spent my lifetime runnin' around

It suits me fine

Shaking hands and one night stands

That's what gets me by

But the days getting short

And the songs gettin' long

It's time to go

No, I'm not angry, I just want to be alone

Well, I'm gonna finish this pot of coffee

And I'm gonna put me another on

Well, I might grab my thread-bear Martin

And pick me out a song

I know I'll sit right here, I'll smoke one more

And just enjoy the dawn

I'm not angry, I just want to be alone

Please forgive me, I just want to be alone

There's nothin' doing, I just want to be alone

It's just enough to get the band clear

A case of beer

Shorin' up the load

It's just enough to get full tank

A little dank from some dude in the second row

Here's to the hoping this guitar

Will make it through the end of this run

Here's to knowin' it's the last song, man

I'm doing what I can

Well, I'm a fast movin' son of a gun

I don't say so much

If I even talk at all

Well, you can find out what you want to know

If you listen to my songs

You did not come in here to hear me speak

And I came in to sing

It's all about the song and a line and the words and the melody

I never did care to be classified because

I never did call it in anything to hide what it really was

I love rock n' roll and songs with souls

But let's call the spade a spade

Yeah, that's pop record, man

You're a Nashville fan, if you could sing then you'd have it made

And I appreciate your good taste and I appreciate your time

And if we never meet again I'll assume the pleasures all mine

It's just enough to get the band clear

A case of beer

Shorin' up the load

It's just enough to get full tank

A little dank from some dude I did not know

Here's to hoping this guitar

Will make it through the end of this run

Here's to knowin' it's the last song, man

I'm doing what I can

Well, I'm a fast movin' son of a gun

Here's to knowin' it's the last song, man

I'm doing what I can

Well, I'm a fast movin' son of a gun