A troubadour with a six string
Playing honky tones and bars
With a traveling band of Gypsies
Packed like sardines in a car
Rollin down the highway
In the middle of the night
Sleeping at a truck stop
Cause the money’s always tight
Chorus
He is who he is he does what he does
He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves
It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs
Takin on the world like a modern day Merle
He’s seen his name in marquee lights
And on backlit road side signs
He’s sipped on top shelf whiskey
And drank a little beer past closing time
As long as there’s a stage
It’s all the same to him
And once the show is over
He’ll be ramblin again
Chorus
He is who he is he does what he does
He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves
It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs
Takin on the world like a modern day Merle
Chorus
He is who he is he does what he does
He sings what he sings and he loves who he loves
It ain’t about the image it’s all about the songs
Takin on the world like a modern day Merle
Takin on the world like a modern day Merle