Corey Smith - Broken Record lyrics

Into the city, I'm runnin' on fumes Late for the downbeat but I'm on my way I got no money just a trunk full of strings A backseat full of Peavey PA Beats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dad But it's not what I thought it would be The entertainment gets no love from the girls And I can't even drink there for free A man in the corner easy to ignore Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on a moonlight tour I sell my soul to keep on singin' along In come the money and out goes a song Into a truck stop somewhere North Carolina Get out, you better stretch while you can Theres no more stopping untill we reach the show Oh man what’s that smell in the van It ain’t a good life but its our life to live One hangover to the next If theres a castle for a king of gold Lord knows I ain’t found it yet A man in a box takes a caller at the door Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on the nightclub tour I think its workin’ cuz they’re singin' along In come the money and out goes the song Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da Into the city, now I travel in style Three buses and four transfer trucks The paparazzi’s always hara**ing me Yeah I’m a star now but I feel like I’m stuck A man on the edge, now I can’t be ignored Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a stadium tour I keep trying to figure where it all went wrong Income the money and out goes a song Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da