Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the guitar, for me its a living
Well, I know, just a hanging-around
Dancing girls, oh, they drive me crazy
All they want is a fancy name
Dont you know is I might not make it
Thats the fate of a fool and a guitar man
Yeah, been down to the palace of pleasure
Honky-tonk, where I come from
Smokes so thick I cant imagine
Wine flows fast by the rule of a gun
One of these mornings itll come up sunday
I wont have a good time again
That time aint now, its a whole new dream
Thats the fate of a fool and a guitar man
One more night, one more dollar
One more song, can you do it again
I dont know, I may not make it
Thats the fate of a fool and a guitar man
Thats the fate of a fool and a guitar man