Sellin' Cars

Working on commission on a pre-owned lot

I was east Georgia wishing I'd make a living with a flat top

I knew my heart couldn't put roots down here

The night I saw Chief live-sing "Lightning" my senior year

And oh, that's how it goes

The start of the story that's still getting told

And I'm six strings deep in a long neck long shot

Weekend neon all night scene

And these half-empty rooms don't give a damn 'bout the dues I'm paying

Or the new songs that I'm playing

There's no guarantees this dream will ever see the other side of this bar

But it sure beats the hell out of sellin' cars

I traded higher education for a tip jar degree

Let my momma down and doubled down on me

My back home buddies say they don't see me any more

Now that I'm selling songs instead of selling Fords

And I'm six strings deep in a long neck long shot

Weekend neon all night scene

And these half-empty rooms don't give a damn 'bout the dues I'm paying

Or the new songs that I'm playing

There's no guarantees this dream will ever see the other side of this bar

But it sure beats the hell out of sellin' cars

♪

I traded in that Monday to Sunday

And that nine to five for a maybe someday

I'd hear my songs on them radio waves

And stand in that circle on the Opry stage

And I'm six strings deep in a long neck long shot

Weekend neon all night scene

And these half-empty rooms don't give a damn 'bout the dues I'm paying

Or the new songs that I'm playing

There's no guarantees this dream will ever see the other side of this bar

Even if this town gets around to breaking my heart

But it still beats the hell out of sellin' cars

♪

Yeah, selling old used cars