Well, we ride into town in a beat up van

Got our name on the side like a rock n' roll band

Staring out a cracked windshield with one headlight

Got our guitars tuned and we're rearing to go

Down to Larson City for a three hour show

Well, if we ain't half bad, I know they're gonna treat 

us right

Now, whatever made me want to live like this 

Got to get stoned just to get my fix

Like it or not, there ain't no turning around

Like a freight train rolling out through the night

Got the pedal to the metal, honey hold on tight

This gypsy life, I know, won't let me down.



(Chorus)

See I was born to be a guitar picker

Guess I had a soft spot for the women and liquor

It's a wonder how I've kept my sanity

I've played in every bar from here to Memphis

Drinkin' like Hank and singing like Elvis

The folks out West didn't think a whole lot of me

Guess an old Honky Tonker's about all I'll ever be.



Well, I had a little woman back in San Antone


Times got rough and I moved on

Left her crying in a trailer by the county line

So, I bought a guitar and I found me a band

I grew out my beard became a travelin' man

Doing one night shows in any place we could find

At county fairs and biker clubs

Sing about whiskey, fast women and love

It's all about the same just as long as we can make a 

buck

Yeah, we play it fast and we play it slow

From Mustang Sally down to Curtis Lowe

And when the bottles fly we just smile and turn it up.



(Repeat Chorus)



Well the night is young and the beer is cold

The women are sweet and my lines are old

But, it all comes together when we get down and start 

to play

Guess there's something about the sound of a Gibson 

flat top

Crankin' out loud, just a pickin' it non-stop

Get on the floor and two-step the night away.



(Repeat Chorus)