May never be what you call “rock star”
It’s cool if I don’t get there
I’d die just a sinner with a guitar
Johnny Cash, middle finger in the air
Make a living on what’s in a tip jar
Burn out like a neon buzz
I’d be nothing but my old man’s son
Or the best damn thing they ever was
But I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
I keep pulling at the bittersweet and if it ain’t the latest flavor
A little bit devil, a little bit savior
Whole lotta life cutting like a razor
And with some blue ink, a blank page and an ole six-string
I bleed on paper
Yeah, I met a man at the crossroads
Suit and tie with a smile like gold
He tried making me a deal like I had me a ‘For Sale’ sign hanging on my soul
Said, all I had to do was change my tune (Change my tune)
I could cash that check
But I don’t like the feel of a rattlesnake boot heel on my neck
So, I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
Keep pulling at the bittersweet and if it ain’t the latest flavor
Little bit of devil, little bit of savior
Whole lotta life cutting like a razor
With some blue ink, a blank page and an ole six-string
I bleed on paper
Pouring out my heart
Showing these scars
Yeah, that’s the part that heals me
Chasing one more song
That cuts to the bone
Even if it kills me
But I keep on singing what I know between a minor and a major
I keep pulling at the bittersweet and if it ain’t the latest flavor
Running with the devil, riding with the savior
Whole lotta life cutting like a razor
Yeah, with some blue ink, a blank page and an ole six-string
I bleed on paper
I bleed on paper
I bleed on paper
I bleed on paper