First record was a pressure zone.
Ain't it funny how your life can change with a song?
That's the first time I ever heard country boy can survive.
Now
I got a guitar and a little band
I live hard, I live fast just like a man
Country can't just play it,
boy,
it's got to be part of your life
That's some fine whiskey,
bend down,
just hell bound
I've been low,
but I ain't ever been this far down
I need a fat brook somewhere deep in the pines
Spelling my wheels with just sunshine
Cause I'm back at the bottom and I ain't got nothing to lose
I pray to the lost, struggle, strive
But I ain't never get honest for a lie
I'm singing a blues
I'm most old,
getting demerit just the other night
I was high,
little Rockies on a 13-hour flight
Trying to get home to my country state of
mind
Now these blues, they come and go just like
the rain I need a little more help to ease the pain
Oh,
Mr. Weatherman,
won't you please push eight miles away?
Leave me alone, cause I'm saying all damn night
As I tear my bear, I guess I finally know why
I need a fat brook somewhere deep in the pines
Spelling my wheels with just sunshine
Cause I'm back at the bottom and I ain't got nothing to lose
I pray to the lost,
struggle,
strive But I ain't never get honest for a lie
Oh,
Hank,
won't you help me cause I'm low down singing a blues
I need a fat brook somewhere deep in the
pines Spelling my wheels with just sunshine
Cause I'm back at the bottom and I ain't got nothing to lose
I pray to the lost,
struggle,
strive But I ain't never get honest for a lie
Oh,
Hank,
won't you help me cause I'm low down singing a blues
Oh,
Hank,
won't you help me cause I'm low down singing a blues
Oh, Hank, come on, won't you help me out?