Dyin' For a Livin' Songtext
von Muscadine Bloodline

Well, my
Baby she′s a fussin' and a cussin′ as I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her daddy and her momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah, sangin′ these songs is like slangin′ a drug
Call it country band contraband
Can't get enough

Of this pickin′, grinnin'
Dyin′ for a livin'
Prob′ly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn't
It′s a fix to my addiction, it′s a sin to my religion
It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn′t
I'm a honky-tonkin′ dead man walkin' never quittin′
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin′ for a livin′, yeah

Well, them rowdy little rodeo queens are struttin', cuttin′ a rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit and tearin' it up
Yeah, the sun′ll be up before we call it a night
I know it's taking its toll, but it′s a hell of a high


Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin′ for a livin′
Prob'ly gonna kill me, but it′d kill me if I didn't
It′s a fix to my addiction, it's a sin to my religion
It is what it is, and it ain′t what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin′ dead man walkin′ never quittin'
Just a pickin′, grinnin'
Dyin′ for a livin'

Just a pickin′, grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin′
Prob′ly gonna kill me, but it'd kill me if I didn′t
It's a fix to my addiction, it′s a sin to my religion
It is what it is, and it ain't what it isn′t
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man walkin′ never quittin′
Just a pickin', grinnin′
Dyin' for a livin′

I'm a honky-tonkin′ dead man walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin′, grinnin′
Dyin' for a livin′