Best Work Lyrics

Paid us cash to keep them drunks drinkin’
Sent us home on the road with the same crowd
I prayed I might have saved some soul from strayin’
As we saw Jesus’ headlights barrelin’ down
But we dodged it that big old truck of lumber
Found a diner an all-nighter it was tough and warm
The waitress smiled a midnight smile said take off your coat and stay a while
The receipt read “one dollar...dream loud”

Chorus:
If I could live that night over
On that cold lonesome shoulder
Hallelujah There’d be a cliché on the line
I’m just a young punk with old junk
I’m laid back and star struck
But my best work will never be done

Learned my lesson ‘bout drinkin’ in Austin
And hoppin’ my drunk hide on stage
We were at Antone’s man we were the opening act
I’d probably still feel bad about that
If that “Texas Country” headliner hadn’t been Nashville in disguise

(Chorus)

They fed me well when we played in Corpus Christi
But Ingram, Texas has evicted me twice
I used play at Captain Jax
Until a bounty went out to kick my ass
Some guy named Gator jumped out and he cashed in

Chorus 2:
If I could live that night over
On that cold lonesome shoulder
Hallelujah Chase the clichés down the line
I’m just a young punk with old junk
A Lost Train I’m starstruck
But my best work will never be done

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