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It's just enough to get the band clear A case of beer I'm shoring up the load It's just enough to get a full tank A little dank From some dude in the second row Here's to hoping this guitar Will make it through the end of this run Here's to knowing it's the last song, man I'm doing what I can Well, I'm a fast-moving son of gun I don't say much If I even talk at all Well, you can find out what you want to know if you listen to my songs You did not come in here to hear me speak and I came in to sing It's all about the song and the line and the words and the melody I never did care to be classified because I never did call it anything to hide what it really was I love rock-and-roll and songs with soul But let's call a spade a "spade" Yeah, that's a pop record, man You're a Nashville fan If you could sing then you'd have it made Letras de canciones And I appreciate your good taste And I appreciate your time And if we never meet again I'll assume the pleasure's all mine It's just enough to get the band clear A case of beer Shoring up the load It's just enough to get a full tank A little dank From some dude I did not know Here's to hoping this guitar Can make it through the end of this run Here's to knowing it's the last song, man I'm doing what I can Well, I'm a fast-moving son of gun Here's to knowing it's the last song, man I'm doing what I can Well, I'm a fast-moving son of gun From Letras Mania