Lyrics
May never be what you call a rock star It's cool if I don't get there I die just a sinner with a guitar Johnny Cash, middle finger in the air Make a living on what's in the tip jar Burn out like a neon buzz I've been nothing but my old man's son The only best damn thing there ever was, but
I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor Little bit of devil, little bit of saving Whole lotta life cut like a razor With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six string I bleed on paper
Yeah, I met a man at the crossroad (crossroad) Suit and tie, with a smile just like gold He tried making me a deal like I had me a for sale sign on my soul Said all I had to do was change my tune (change my tune) Then I could cash that check But I don't like the feeling of a rattlesnake pulling on my neck, so
I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor Little bit of devil, little bit of saving Whole lotta life cut like a razor With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six-string I bleed on paper
Pulling out my heart showing these scars Yeah, that's the part that heals me Chasing one more song that cuts to the bone Even if it kills me
But I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor Runnin' with the devil, whole lotta saving Whole lotta life cut like a razor With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six string I bleed on paper
I bleed on paper (keep, keep) I bleed on paper (keep, keep, keep oon bleeding) I bleed on paper (keep, keep, keep oon bleeding)