I may never be what you call a rock
star It's cool if I don't get there
I died as a sinner with a guitar A
Johnny Cash metal finger in the air
I'm making a living on a Watson tip jar Burn out like a neon buzz
I'll be nothing but my old man's son
on the best damn thing there ever was
But I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
Keep pulling at the bit of sweet and if it ain't the latest flavor
A little bit of devil,
a little bit of Satan A whole lot of life cutting like a razor
With some blue ink,
a blank page,
and a whole six string
I bleed on paper
Yeah,
I met a man at the crossroads A suit and tie with a smile like gold
He tried making me a deal like I had
me a full cell sign hanging on my soul
He said all I had to do was change
my tune And I could cash that check
But I don't like the feel of a rattlesnake,
ooh,
heel on my neck
So I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
Keep pulling at the bit of sweet and if it ain't the latest flavor
A little bit of devil,
a little bit of Satan A whole lot of life cutting like a razor
With some blue ink,
a blank page,
and a whole six string
I bleed on paper
I'm pulling out my heart and showing these scars Yeah,
that's the parts that heals me
Chasing one more song that cuts through
the bone I keep on getting the kiss
But I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
Keep pulling at the bit of sweet and if it ain't the latest flavor
Running with the devil,
riding with the Satan A whole lot of life cutting like a razor
With some blue ink,
a blank page,
and a whole six string
I bleed on paper