The last song
For a long time now I've been trying to make a go Pickin' and a-singin' on a country show I traveled far with a little bit of pay I sowed a lot of oats, I didn't make much hay I've been down-hearted enough to quit Somehow I never have until yet I'm gonna quit this picking, don't have a dime It's always wait until the next time And this is the last song I'll sing The last one I'm ever gonna write The last song I'm ever gonna play Oh, this old guitar on this old stage tonight When I think I'll quit and never play no more Some long haired guy krocks on my door It don't take long til I'm back on the go Cause one of his clowns couldn't make the show We live in cheap hotels and ride big fine cars Rear way back and smoke a long cigar The steaks we eat are the ground up kind But they hold me over just one more time * Refrain Our hopes are high for that one break For that and magic is all it'll take The lonesome sound, the sweet Fraulein Take me back just one more time Makes it hard to quit as the days go round I don't want to steal when the sun goes down When I hear George sing Out of my mind I gotta try again just one more time * Refrain