I always knew I needed help when it came to picking strings
I could strum them chords and sing them tunes and that barely means a thing
For the sound of a man playing with no band and slightly out of tune
In a no-name town with no money around
But what's a boy supposed to do?
One night coming home from a show drunk and feeling low
I parked myself on an ol' park bench and as my feet dragged down below
I hung my head and closed my eyes didn't know which way to go
I opened em up and there I was
Alone at the crossroads
Robert or should I call you 'Ol' Bobby Jo'
I like your picking and I like your style and your artistic 'flow'
Well I heard your prayers from down below let me offer you my help
You'll please them crowds they'll be cheering loud
Long after you're in hell
I had no choice I was down and out so I signed my soul away
That Devil let out a most crooked laugh Now let's sit down to play
He taught me chords and to play the blues and some tricks on how to tune
Then he was gone and I was moving on
I had some shows to do
The night was dark when I stepped up to play the crowd my songs
Looked around and there he was that Devil gave me a nod (Woohoo)
I opened her up and started to play and the noise that came on out
Shocked the crowds for towns around That Devil didn't let me down
I'd sit there picking that Ol' L-1 late into the night
Then afterwards just me some smokes and the liquor we'd always fight
I'd find a girl give her a whirl and then leave before her man
Would start catchin' on I'd be too far gone with Honey Boy in my van
Then one night I was drinking rye and something started feeling wrong
This bottle wasn't cheap what's it doing to me then that Devil came strolling along
Bobby Jo your soul's had its fun but I'll take that off your hands
Who needs a soul when you're all alone
That's the price of a one-man band
Now here I sit in the Devil's pit playing a cursed guitar
The Devil and I we bide our time buying souls from wannabe stars
So listen here if you need a gig here's one for eternity
Purgatory ain't bad but of gigs I've had
Scoring this one wasn't cheap (Yeehaw)
Avry Truex - Price Of a One-Man Band (feat. Joshua Quimby) Lyrics
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I always knew I needed help when it came to picking strings
I could strum them chords and sing them tunes and that barely means a thing
For the sound of a man playing with no band and slightly out of tune
In a no-name town with no money around
But what's a boy supposed to do?
One night coming home from a show drunk and feeling low
I parked myself on an ol' park bench and as my feet dragged down below
I hung my head and closed my eyes didn't know which way to go
I opened em up and there I was
Alone at the crossroads
Robert or should I call you 'Ol' Bobby Jo'
I like your picking and I like your style and your artistic 'flow'
Well I heard your prayers from down below let me offer you my help
You'll please them crowds they'll be cheering loud
Long after you're in hell
I had no choice I was down and out so I signed my soul away
That Devil let out a most crooked laugh Now let's sit down to play
He taught me chords and to play the blues and some tricks on how to tune
Then he was gone and I was moving on
I had some shows to do
The night was dark when I stepped up to play the crowd my songs
Looked around and there he was that Devil gave me a nod (Woohoo)
I opened her up and started to play and the noise that came on out
Shocked the crowds for towns around That Devil didn't let me down
I'd sit there picking that Ol' L-1 late into the night
Then afterwards just me some smokes and the liquor we'd always fight
I'd find a girl give her a whirl and then leave before her man
Would start catchin' on I'd be too far gone with Honey Boy in my van
Then one night I was drinking rye and something started feeling wrong
This bottle wasn't cheap what's it doing to me then that Devil came strolling along
Bobby Jo your soul's had its fun but I'll take that off your hands
Who needs a soul when you're all alone
That's the price of a one-man band
Now here I sit in the Devil's pit playing a cursed guitar
The Devil and I we bide our time buying souls from wannabe stars
So listen here if you need a gig here's one for eternity
Purgatory ain't bad but of gigs I've had
Scoring this one wasn't cheap (Yeehaw)
I could strum them chords and sing them tunes and that barely means a thing
For the sound of a man playing with no band and slightly out of tune
In a no-name town with no money around
But what's a boy supposed to do?
One night coming home from a show drunk and feeling low
I parked myself on an ol' park bench and as my feet dragged down below
I hung my head and closed my eyes didn't know which way to go
I opened em up and there I was
Alone at the crossroads
Robert or should I call you 'Ol' Bobby Jo'
I like your picking and I like your style and your artistic 'flow'
Well I heard your prayers from down below let me offer you my help
You'll please them crowds they'll be cheering loud
Long after you're in hell
I had no choice I was down and out so I signed my soul away
That Devil let out a most crooked laugh Now let's sit down to play
He taught me chords and to play the blues and some tricks on how to tune
Then he was gone and I was moving on
I had some shows to do
The night was dark when I stepped up to play the crowd my songs
Looked around and there he was that Devil gave me a nod (Woohoo)
I opened her up and started to play and the noise that came on out
Shocked the crowds for towns around That Devil didn't let me down
I'd sit there picking that Ol' L-1 late into the night
Then afterwards just me some smokes and the liquor we'd always fight
I'd find a girl give her a whirl and then leave before her man
Would start catchin' on I'd be too far gone with Honey Boy in my van
Then one night I was drinking rye and something started feeling wrong
This bottle wasn't cheap what's it doing to me then that Devil came strolling along
Bobby Jo your soul's had its fun but I'll take that off your hands
Who needs a soul when you're all alone
That's the price of a one-man band
Now here I sit in the Devil's pit playing a cursed guitar
The Devil and I we bide our time buying souls from wannabe stars
So listen here if you need a gig here's one for eternity
Purgatory ain't bad but of gigs I've had
Scoring this one wasn't cheap (Yeehaw)
Writer: Avry Truex
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