Corey Smith - Broken Record Lyrics
Into the city, I'm runnin' on fumesLate for the downbeat but I'm on my wayI got no money just a trunk full of stringsA backseat full of Peavey PABeats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dadBut it's not what I thought it would beThe entertainment gets no love from the girlsAnd I can't even drink there for freeA man in the corner easy to ignoreYeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on a moonlight tourI sell my soul to keep on singin' alongIn come the money and out goes a songInto a truck stop somewhere North CarolinaGet out, you better stretch while you canTheres no more stopping untill we reach the showOh man what’s that smell in the vanIt ain’t a good life but its our life to liveOne hangover to the nextIf theres a castle for a king of goldLord knows I ain’t found it yetA man in a box takes a caller at the doorYeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on the nightclub tourI think its workin’ cuz they’re singin' alongIn come the money and out goes the songBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da da da da da da da daInto the city, now I travel in styleThree buses and four transfer trucksThe paparazzi’s always harassing meYeah I’m a star now but I feel like I’m stuckA man on the edge, now I can’t be ignoredYeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a stadium tourI keep trying to figure where it all went wrongIncome the money and out goes a songBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da daBa da da da da da da da da da da da da da
