*Country Stereo 16

(Verse 1) My well’s gone dry, under the scorching sun, Found my fishing pole's been chewed by termites, done. Took my boat out, it didn't last, it's under the bay, Seems my string of luck has frayed and gone astray. (Chorus) Warm beer, sour whiskey, in the back of my beat-up Ford, Guitar’s out of tune, like the discord in my chords. Life's dealt a hand, it’s hard to endure, On this lonesome road, the blues are my only cure. (Verse 2) Ended up in jail, a case of mistaken blame, Lost my way, lost my job, ain’t that a shame. Caught in a stampede, broke my knee, at the rodeo, Life’s throwing punches, can’t dodge the low blows. (Verse 3) The river crested, flooding all that I own, My little piece of heaven, now just mud and stone. Every dream I planted, washed out with the tide, On this broken track, it’s a bumpy ride. (Chorus) Warm beer, sour whiskey, in the back of my beat-up Ford, Guitar’s out of tune, like the discord in my chords. Life's dealt a hand, it’s hard to endure, On this lonesome road, the blues are my only cure. (Bridge) Every heartache’s a verse, and every loss a line, In the song of my life, it’s a steep, uphill climb. But music’s my companion, on this rough, rocky path, Gives me strength to face the storm, and all its wrath. (Verse 4) Once had a love, she’s just a ghost now in the fog, She slipped through my fingers, another chapter in my log. It’s just me and the road, and the tales I have to tell, In this life of blues, where I stumbled and fell. (Chorus) Warm beer, sour whiskey, in the back of my beat-up Ford, Guitar’s out of tune, like the discord in my chords. Life's dealt a hand, it’s hard to endure, On this lonesome road, the blues are my only cure. (Outro) So I’ll keep driving, down this lonesome, endless track, With my blues as company, no need to look back. Maybe down this road, there’s a turn that’s right, Till then, I’ll sing my blues into the night.