The Guitar Slinger Kip Moore

[Verse]
Another dawn's creepin' in
I guess it's my bedtime again
And some old farmer fills his cup
While I'm coming down from last night's buzz
Oooh ooooh

[Verse]
I close my eyes and frame by frame
I recall it all except her name
Sweet southern voice beggin' me to stay
Last week runs into yesterday

[Chorus]
It's the life and times of the guitar slinger
The day and the night of the good-time bringer
Highs and lows of a sad song singer
I'm a simple man, but it's complicated
When your soul's on fire and your heart feels faded
But I ain't complaining

[Verse]
I hear that diesel engine slow
It's my wake-up call and it's time to load
I shuffle out into the cold
I try to shake the tired, but it's in my bones