Add a little country twang to your inner voice as you read...should help. |
Restless Man I was raised up in the Heartland breakin’ colts and broncin’ bucks All throughout the Midwest, a man without good luck Then one fine day I met a gal who took a fancy to me We settled down and bought the farm, now corn is all I see. By the time that I hit thirty, I was restless as a bear Workin’ on that danged ole farm and pullin’ out grey hair I kissed my wife and pet the dog then threw the chicken seed Walked out the door and down the drive sayin’ “don’t wait up for me” I went down to the pawnshop, found an ax for twenty bucks I started walkin’ southward and hitching rides with trucks Til I found myself on Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee I said “thank the lord them highway miles was getting old to me. ** I started playing on the street and working into clubs I stayed away from alcohol, loose women, and most drugs Til I finally found my fortune and I earned it musically Now these smoky clubs are getting old to me ** Then one night I met a kid with with a six-string like my own He was playing on the street, like I did when I was young I gave him every cent I had, said “get a room on me” It’s all yours now, I can’t stand this town, and I miss my family. **And that same old story’s getting old to me That same old story’s getting old to me, yeah me Everytime I look around smoke & drunks (city streets)__ is all I see And that(this)same old story’s getting old to me. |