Song Description

The life of a musician eat, drink, and drink some more.

Lyrics

He said life had no rules, so he dropped right out of school
At the tender age of seven, seemed to know that his and heaven's
Paths would probably never cross, 'cause nobody could be his boss
Got a guitar at a pawn shop, from that time he didn't stop
And, he'd drink, 'till he couldn't think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid

Stetson hat, Ranchwear shirt, he'd say, momma, let's talk dirt
Cowboy boots, sequined vest, he'd say honey, be my guest
Guitar slung low, mouth on the mic, he'd sing his songs all through the night
In-between the sets he'd double, as a gamblin' man get into trouble
And, then he'd drink, 'till he couldn't think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid

Now he's old, lost in time, sings for you, for one thin dime
Tells you not to be a mourner, about his life now on the corner
Where he sings from noon to night, 'til other folks are gone from sight
Then he packs his ol' guitar, heads down to the nearest bar
Where he drinks, until he can't think
Walk into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived
That rockabilly kid