Muscadine Bloodline
Dyin’ For a Livin’
[Verse 1]
Well my baby, she's a-fussin' and a-cussin' as I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her Daddy and her Momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah, singing these songs is like slangin' a drug
Call it country band contraband, can't get enough

[Chorus]
Of this pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Probably gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin of my religion
It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walking never quittin'
Just a-pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin', yeah

[Verse 2]
Well the rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin' the rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' it up
Yeah, the Sun will be up before we call it a night
I know it's takin' its toll, but it's a hell of a high

[Chorus]
Of this pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Probably gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin of my religion
It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walking never quittin'
Just a-pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin', yeah
[Instrumental break]

[Chorus]
Of this pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Probably gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin of my religion
It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walking never quittin'
Just a-pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin', yeah

[Outro]
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walking never quittin'
Just a-pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin', yeah