(chorus:)
You got to pay your dues and sing your blues
As you make your way out to the glory land
Through the woes and the lows of those little tiny shows
You do ‘em all the best you can
Well, come on buddy, help me lift that speaker high
There ain’t no roadies here tonight, just you and I
The other boys are sleepin’, buddy, passed out in the van
We got to load ‘er up and get ‘er gone as best we can
(chorus)
We drove all night to get here, we drove the night before
And when we get done pickin’ gotta drive a little more
Maybe we’ll get lucky, boys, and sleep on someone’s floor
Before we get back on the road. Hey! It might be yours!
(chorus)
Well, it’s yippie-yi-tay-yea across another state line
The sun is shinin’, coffee’s hot and Lord I’m feelin’ fine
The fingers, oh, they’re sore on this old right hand of mine
But they can’t wait to grab the strings again and try to make ‘em shine
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