Letra de The Food Truck Blues (feat. Buddy Greene)

He left home at eighteen to find the promised land He went to Bible college, but then up and joined a band Now there's an audience assembled, but not to see him play Each man standing in that line is here to stuff his face 'Cause he's working on a food truck with that four-year degree Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues? till the band blows up online he'll sing the food truck blues Get your grass-fed beef and go to town to set up shop Light the grill but careful not to burn your eyebrows off (again) Drop the fries and see that all the burgers get well-done Try not to kill the soccer mom who wants a gluten-free bun 'Cause you're working on a food truck with that four-year degree Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues? till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues We're all trying to get our bread, pay rent, and just survive You can't go from fry cook to the Opry overnight Stay up in that saddle, you may join the chosen few But for now you'll sweat it out and sing the food truck blues 'Cause we're working on a food truck with our four-year degree Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues? till the band blows up online we'll sing the food truck blues till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues