Original lyrics

EN

Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know 'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream and a couple shows I don't think they understand how deep loyalty goes For some boys I got in a barn we built out of pure Douglas fir Badly written songs next to horses' shit is what an Okie boy prefers Go on and tell me what you wanna While me and mine do what we're gonna You can keep your name and burn the cash Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask I feel I've lived a thousand lives just to get right where I am Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice turn a child into a man We started this thing grinnin' boys, I think we've gotta run The radio man came to fuck it up as he boasts about number ones Go on and tell me what you wanna While me and mine do what we're gonna You can keep your name and burn the cash Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know 'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio