Misc Originals – Curt Buchan - Eastern Boy Blues (Guitar)

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Little change of scenery never hurt anyone,

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And gettin gone with help you write these country songs,

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And the boys and me have been quotin old tv shows,

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To past the time on the road, to god only knows,

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I would’ve killed a man, to have been the boy, to have written Waylon’s songs,

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I would’ve shot him down, in the street, he wouldn’t be breathing long,

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With a 44. on my hip, and a six string in my hand,

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I’d take those tunes down to the saloon and play them with my band,

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I’m an eastern boy, headed for the west, with a dream of being free,

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my friends can attest, I ain’t like the rest, lonesomes what I’d rather be,

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Well you’ll find me singing in a bar tonight, or wading in a river by dawn,

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Cuz I’ll be doing the things I love til I can’t sing my songs

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So we take a break from casting to trout,

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and head on over to the bank,

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To crack open some golden coors,

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To fool our minds and think,

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That we’re out on the Gallatin,

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fishin in the western pines,

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But in reality we’re back home in an eastern state of mind,

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I’m an eastern boy, headed for the west, with a dream of being free,

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my friends can attest, I ain’t like the rest, Montanas where I’d rather be,

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Well you’ll find me singing in a bar tonight, or wading in a river by dawn,

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Cuz I’ll be doing the things I love til I can’t sing my songs