He played guitar in a honky-tonk band
He drank Jack Daniels, black label brand
He was the life of the party
Till they closed down the bar
In the eyes of a young boy, he was a star
He'd say, "Son, don't you run down the roads that I've run
And don't go and sing all the songs that I've sun
'Cause this kind of livin' takes its toll on a man
And through the smoke and the neon I saw it first hand
I got the lowdown on the highlife
Bust still here I am."
The blues and the bottle held him under their spell
Took him to heaven and put us through hell
Well, sometimes I feel him up on this stage
His restless spirit
Still runs through my veins
He'd say, "Son, don't you run down the roads that I've run
And don't go and sing all the songs that I've sun
'Cause this kind of livin' takes its toll on a man
And through the smoke and the neon I saw it first hand
I got the lowdown on the highlife
Bust still here I am."
I got the lowdown on the highlife
But still here I am
Mmm...