Make That Guitar Sing

I got lots of habits I’d kick if I could

I got microplastics flowin’ through my blood

Put a few more pounds on this ol’ body

‘Cause I got this dream, that the music’s gonna set me free

Take it home

Boy, you better take it home

Right around the corner’s that break you’ve been waitin’ for

Mark my words

You’re gonna do this thing

You’re a certified country pickin’ machine

You really know how to make that guitar sing

Well, I’ve played for tips

I’ve played for nothin’ at all

It ain’t about the money

It’s ‘bout writin’ good songs

It’s ‘bout the folks who listen

The ones who take it all in

‘Cause let me tell you friend

If it were ‘bout the money, I’d be raking it in

Take it home

Boy, you better take it home

Right around the corner’s that break you’ve been waitin’ for

Mark my words

You’re gonna do this thing

You’re a certified country pickin’ machine

You really know how to make that guitar sing

Oh, you really know how to make that guitar sing