Muscadine Bloodline - Dyin' For A Livin' lyrics

Well, my
Baby she's a fussin' and a cussin'
As I'm packing the truck
I ain't working for her daddy and her
Momma thinks I need to grow up
Yeah sangin' these songs is
Like slangin' a drug
Call it country band contraband
Can't get enough

Of this pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd
Kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man
Walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'

Well them rowdy little rodeo
Queens are struttin'
Cuttin' a rug
And them cocaine cowboys getting lit
And tearin' it up
Yeah, the sun'll be up before
We call it a night
I know it's taking its toll but
It's a hell of a high

Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd
Kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man
Walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'

Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'
Prob'ly gonna kill me but it'd
Kill me if I didn't
It's a fix to my addiction
It's a sin to my religion
It is what it is and it ain't what it isn't
I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man
Walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'

I'm a honky-tonkin' dead man
Walkin' never quittin'
Just a pickin', grinnin'
Dyin' for a livin'