Cold Lonestar beer, and a half pack of smokes
that's all that they payed me for the songs that i wrote
Here in thIS bar, well the only care and pain
Cause nobody came to see me or hear me play
i'm writing these songs, and singing all these lines
over and over, hundreds of times
i'll never be pretty, i won't get far
i'm just writing these songs on a pawn shop guitar
i drove on down to houston for my next show
some times dont it surprise you how the wheels turn slow
made it back home without a dollar to pay
for my gas on down to Stephenville the very next day
i'm writing these songs, and singing all these lines
over and over, hundreds of times
i'll never be pretty, i won't get far
i'm just writing these songs on a pawn shop guitar