Avry Truex - Price Of A One-Man Band

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
G CI always knew I needed help when it came to picking strings
D GI could strum them chords and sing them tunes and that barely means a thing
CFor the sound of a man playing with no band and slightly out of tune
DIn a no-name town with no money around
GBut what's a boy supposed to do?
 
 
[Verse 2]
G COne night coming home from a show drunk and feeling low
D GI parked myself on an ol' park bench and as my feet dragged down below
CI hung my head and closed my eyes didn't know which way to go
D
I opened Em up and there I was
GAlone at the crossroads
 
 
[Verse 3]
G CRobert or should I call you 'Ol' Bobby Jo'
D GI like your picking and I like your style and your artistic 'flow'
CWell I heard your prayers from down below let me offer you my help
DYou'll please them crowds they'll be cheering loud
GLong after you're in hell
 
 
[Verse 4]
G CI had no choice I was down and out so I signed my soul away
D GThat Devil let out a most crooked laugh now let's sit down to play
CHe taught me chords and to play the blues and some tricks on how to tune
DThen he was gone and I was moving on
GI had some shows to do
 
 
[Harmonica Solo]
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[Guitar Solo]
G C G D G
 
 
[Verse 5]
G CThe night was dark when I stepped up to play the crowd my songs
D GLooked around and there he was that Devil gave me a nod (Woohoo)
CI opened her up and started to play and the noise that came on out
D GShocked the crowds for towns around that Devil didn't let me down
 
 
[Verse 6]
G CI'd sit there picking that Ol' L-1 late into the night
D GThen afterwards just me some smokes and the liquor we'd always fight
CI'd find a girl give her a whirl and then leave before her man
D GWould start catchin' on I'd be too far gone with Honey Boy in my van
 
 
[Verse 7]
G CThen one night I was drinking rye and something started feeling wrong
D GThis bottle wasn't cheap what's it doing to me then that Devil came strolling along
CBobby Jo your soul's had its fun but I'll take that off your hands
DWho needs a soul when you're all alone
GThat's the price of a one-man band
 
 
[Verse 8]
G CNow here I sit in the Devil's pit playing a cursed guitar
D GThe Devil and I we bide our time buying souls from wannabe stars
CSo listen here if you need a gig here's one for eternity
DPurgatory ain't bad but of gigs I've had
GScoring this one wasn't cheap (Yeehaw)
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