I wake up tired and I wake up pissed

wonder how I ended up like this

I wonder why things happen like they do

but I don't wonder long cuz I got a show to do

I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.

Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain't free

but I'm here to stay (at least another week or
two)

I can't die now cuz I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief

Wit till I die for sympathy

Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two

I can't die now cuz I got another show to do

Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'

I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving

I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!

but I can't die now cuz I got another show...

Some people keep saying I can't last long

but I got my bands I got my songs,

liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along

and I'm drunk and stubborn as they come

chain smoking, guitar picking, til I'm gone

I ain't got no political agenda

Ain't got no message for the youth of America

'cept Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw

and come see me next Friday cuz I got another
show...

Some people stop living long before they die

Work a dead end job just to scrape on by

but I keep living just to bend that note in two

and I can't die now cuz I got another show...

lyrics by Patterson Hood

music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell,
Lane, Neff)