I had a horse and a road full of dust,
A half-dead dream and a bottle of rust.
Slept in the straw, woke up in the rain,
Same old saddle, same old pain.
Then a man in a tavern laughed through the smoke,
Said, “Boy, that animal’s already broke.
Sell that beast and don’t look far—
Buy yourself a drink and a six-string guitar.”
So I raised my glass to the wicked dark,
Traded old hooves for a wild new spark.
Sell the horse and buy a guitar,
Life’s too short to drag that cart this far.
Pour the whiskey, let the cheap beer foam,
A broken bar can feel like home.
If the road don’t love you, raise the jar—
Sell the horse and buy a guitar.
Now my boots hit floors instead of clay,
I sing for my supper at the end of the day.
Fiddle screams and the old wood shakes,
Rum on my breath and sweat on my face.
No more feeding a hungry mule,
No more living by a stable rule.
Now I ride these strings through every scar,
With a crooked grin and a pawnshop guitar.
And the girls all laugh and the drunks all sway,
I lose some nights, but I live my way.
Sell the horse and buy a guitar,
Life’s too short to drag that cart this far.
Pour the whiskey, let the cheap beer foam,
A broken bar can feel like home.
If the road don’t love you, raise the jar—
Sell the horse and buy a guitar.
One more round, let the red wine spill,
One more song for the ones standing still.
A man ain’t rich by the hay he stores,
He’s rich by the fire in the room he roars.
Sell the horse and buy a guitar,
Trade that burden for a midnight star.
Let the fiddles bite and the bottles shine,
Give me noise, cheap smoke, and rough red wine.
If I go to hell, I won’t go far—
I’ll walk in singing with my guitar.
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