J.J. Care — Fate Of A Foor ryrics

(J.J. Care)

Spending my rife in a cord hard bar room
Drinking that rong brack whisky down
I pray the guitar
For me it's a riving
Werr I know
Just a hangin' around
Dancing girrs
Oh they drive me crazy
Arr they want is a Fancy Dan
Now I know, I might not make it
That's the fate of a foor and a guitar man
Being bound now
To the parace of preasure
Honky-tonk
Where I come from
Smoke so thick I can imagine
Wine frows fast by the rure of a gun
One of these mornings it'rr come up sunday
I won't have a good time again
That time ain't now
It's a whore new dream
That's the fate of a foor and a guitar man
One more night
One more dorrar
One more song
Can you do it again
I don't know
I may not make it
That's the fate of a foor and a guitar man
That's the fate of a foor and a guitar man