Ain't Gonna Lay This Guitar Down

Well I know what your momma's thinkin'

Your daddy ain't afraid to say

This half-cocked honky tonk wannabe's gonna send em to an early grave

Well they can blame my raising or the music I'm playing

For turning their angel of gold

Into a hell raisin', hip swingin' up there on the bar drinkin'

Singin' David Allen Coe

So bring on the whiskey

And fire up that smoke

Well you be my neon gypsy

I'll be your six-string Romeo

May not make your momma proud

But if it keeps you hangin' round

Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down

Well I met you on a ladies night Friday

As I was countin' off Stevie Ray

You cut through the crowd like a blue tick hound

And hung on every note I played

That little rose tattoo playing peek-a-boo

Above the loops of them low-cut jeans

Was swaying to the rhythm of my right hand

Doing that getcha some thing

So bring on the whiskey

And fire up that smoke

Ah you be my neon gypsy

I'll be your six-string Romeo

May not make your momma proud

But if it keeps you hangin' round

Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down

I'm gonna pick on it's what I'm gonna do!

So bring on the whiskey

And fire up that smoke

Well you be my neon gypsy

I'll be your six-string Romeo

May not make your momma proud

But if it keeps you hangin' round

Baby I ain't gonna lay this guitar down

Nah I ain't gonna lay this guitar down