Broken Back, Broken Heart

[Instrumental Intro] All you need in life is a truck and a guitar, I’m sad I lost my wife but I’m glad I got my car. I wish I could control the music playing at the bar, don’t wanna hear Egg Sheeran or whatever he’s called. I’m used to getting hurt, my heart is full of scars, without her I feel paralyzed, like how I actually are. Broken in a thousand pieces, my heart and my guitar. Bloodstained jeans, broken heart, laying here in New Orleans, underneath the stars. My lover crushed my dreams like the impact of the car, that recklessly ran over me, the night I fell apart. The doctors said I would be fine, if they could intervene, and let them fix my broken spine, a simple surgery. I said no thanks my life is mine, I don’t want your vaccine. I believe in Jesus Christ, but not in medicine. I got a broken back and a broken heart, I lost my faith in Jesus and sensation in my arms, I’m laying in a ditch, underneath the stars, broken hearted by a bitch, paralyzed by a car. I got my blue jeans and a broken heart, a can of bud light that I drink from a straw. Having dreams of driving while I’m playing my guitar, fifty shades of blue jeans in the sky beneath the stars. I got a broken back and a broken heart. I got my blue jeans and a broken heart, a can of bud light that I drink from a straw. I got a broken back and a broken heart. I’m laying in a ditch, underneath the stars, broken hearted by a bitch, paralyzed by a car.