Past the package store On a dead man's curve Where the last hill rises up to meet the sea There's a little house On a dirt road drive Where late at night Orion's Belt settles down into the bending trees A guitar man A thousand times I've made that drive when the morning meets the night I follow...

I learned to play guitar To the snapping of pine in a campfire And to this day, it don’t matter where the stage The first chord I play still smells like smoke Play the the same old songs until the ranger came and shut us down And I learned then what I live by now When you’re luckier than you...

Please excuse my lack of pretense But I’ve come to realize we’re all just a bad day away from the rest of our lives So please don’t take too much offense, If I insult your paradigm But if it don’t make my wife and kids smile then it ain’t worth our time The only perfect part of me is her And...