The Last Song
For a long time now I've been trying to make a go
Pickin' and a-singin' on a country show
I traveled far with a little bit of pay
I sowed a lot of oats, I didn't make much hay
I've been down-hearted enough to quit
Somehow I never have until yet
I'm gonna quit this picking, don't have a dime
It's always wait until the next time
And this is the last song I'll sing
The last one I'm ever gonna write
The last song I'm ever gonna play
Oh, this old guitar on this old stage tonight
When I think I'll quit and never play no more
Some long haired guy krocks on my door
It don't take long til I'm back on the go
Cause one of his clowns couldn't make the show
We live in cheap hotels and ride big fine cars
Rear way back and smoke a long cigar
The steaks we eat are the ground up kind
But they hold me over just one more time
* Refrain
Our hopes are high for that one break
For that and magic is all it'll take
The lonesome sound, the sweet Fraulein
Take me back just one more time
Makes it hard to quit as the days go round
I don't want to steal when the sun goes down
When I hear George sing Out of my mind
I gotta try again just one more time
* Refrain