Letras
Well, you could fix up an old sweet song if you knew how to write
You could fix up an old sweet song if you knew how to write
But don't bother with that part, boy, it'll fix you up right
You don't have to be good at singing or know how to play
No, you don't have to be good at singing or know how to play
Yeah, that guitar'll rumble back, you can grab on stage
And those clothes that you got on, just give 'em to me
Yeah, the clothes that you got on, just bring 'em to me
I'm gonna dress you up like a star boy, that's what you'll be
And I can make you lots of money, just wait and see
Yeah, I can make you a lot of money, just wait and see
But if you disobey, I'll bring you down to your knees
I said, "Buddy, you talk that talk, but you got nothing for me"
I know you try and walk that walk, but it's pain in the seat
If you ever get the notion that you could steal my songs from me?
Well, I can tell you, you best get on the music machine
I said, I said, I said
I don't need your buddies to write me a drinking song
No, I don't need your buddies to write me a drinking song
I do just fine on my own, been drinking way too long
And I don't need your dirty money, I've been doing fine
No, I don't need your dirty money, I've been doing just fine
There ain't enough money in your purse to cover wasting my time
I said, "Buddy, you talk that talk, but you got nothing for me"
I know you try and walk that walk, but it's pain in the seat
If you ever get the notion that you can steal my songs from me
Well, I can tell you, you best get on the music machine
Yeah, I can tell you, you best get on, 'cause, buddy, it ain't me