From the recording Writing my book again
Lyrics
There’s a song in my head sayin’ sing me
& my fingers are itchin’ to play
So, I play for ya, what does it bring me
At the end of the day
For a few bucks, a beer & a ribeye
I can chase me some demons away
But they still come back to haunt me
They still come to taunt me
& so I retreat, to fight another day
Chorus
Too many beers, in too many bars
Too many songs, played on beat up guitars
Too many miles done in second hand cars
Too many promises, riding on thin air
& too many beers to care
I’m barin’ my soul for your pleasure
You can take it or leave it, & ya do
I share with you all of my treasures
& things that I’ve been through
Like the drinkin’ & fights
You’ll never know the sights that I’ve seen
Or the dangerous types
& all of the people I’ve been
Chorus
Too many beers, in too many bars
Too many songs, played on beat up guitars
Too many miles done in second hand cars
Too many promises, riding on thin air
& too many beers to care
Solo
I’ll set myself up in the corner
U won’t even know that I’m there
I’ll play some requests & then maybe
You’ll lend me your ear
When the rain on the windshield is drummin’
& the tyres are hummin’ along
& I’m tryin’ to remember what posessed me to say;
“folks, would like to hear, just one more song”
Chorus x 2