Lyrics

[Chorus] I've got the last plane to Detroit 'cause I've got a job to do
Making my living carrying on these blues
Got no money, got no time
I've got the rhythm and the rhyme
And the last plane to Detroit tonight

Got a guitar in my hand, got a ticket, got a grip
Got a woman's goodbye kiss warm on my lips
It's a hard life on the road trying to live alone
But it's a much harder life waiting on me to come home

There's a woman that I love, she's at my house tonight
Packing things while I sing to you
She tried to be my wife, but living this musician's life
Just gave one good woman the blues

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If I couldn't sing, I'd be drunk, dead or jailed
With no one who cared enough to throw my bail

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