Biography:
Kip Christian Moore (born April 1, 1980) is an American country music singer and songwriter signed to MCA Nashville. He has released a total of four studio albums for the label: Up All Night, Wild Ones, Slowheart, and Wild World. Moore has charted a total of 12 entries on Billboard Hot Country Songs and Country Airplay including the #1 "Somethin' 'Bout a Truck" and four additional Top 10 hits. He has also written songs for Frankie Ballard, Thompson Square, and James Wesley.
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Other songs:
- Some Thing Bout A Truck
- Hey Pretty Girl
- Somethin’ ‘Bout A Truck
- Backseat
- Beer Money
- Bittersweet Company
- Blonde
- Burn The Whole World Down
- Come And Get It
- Comeback Kid
- Complicated
- Crazy One More Time
- Dirt Road
- Drive Me Crazy
- Everything But You
- Faith When I Fall
- Fast Woman
- Fly Again
- Good Thing
- Guitar Man
- Hang A While
- Hearts Desire
- Im To Blame
- It Aint California
- Ive Been Around
- Just Another Girl
- Last Shot
- Lead Me
- Lil Mama
- Lipstick
- Love You To The Moon
- Magic
- Mary Was The Marryin Kind
- Mary Was The Marrying Kind
- More Girls Like You
- My Babys Gone
- New York City
- Plead The Fifth
- Reckless
- Reckless Still Growin Up
- Running For You
- Shes Mine
- Somethin Bout A Truck
- Something Bout A Truck
- Sunburn
- Tennessee Boy
- That Was Us
- The Bull
- Try Again
- What Ya Got On Tonight
- Wish It Was Me
- Young Love
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[Verse 1]
E A E
Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down
B
Stale taste of whiskey, fresh on my mouth
E A E
Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand
B E
Another day in the life of the guitar man
A E
La de da
[Verse 2]
A E
Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans
B
Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between
E A E
And a red head named Annie, she's still fast asleep
B E
Made me make her a promise, she knows I can't keep
A E
La de da
[Verse 3]
A E
Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust
B
Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck
E A E
Breathing my freedom, with the windows rolled down
B E
Forty-six miles till the next nameless town
A E
La de da
[Verse 4]
A E
Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door
B
Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor
E A E
Give an eye to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks
B E
Life's been hard on her, but she's been good to me
A E
La de da
[Verse 5]
E A E
Off in the shadows, stands a stool and a stage
E B
Where many souls before me were put on display
E A E
I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues
B E
That won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E A E
I'm the guitar man
[Verse 6]
A E
Well they'll ask for more love songs and I'll play with a smile
B
To help them hold on or forget for a while
E A E
They can fill up that jukebox with a week's worth of pay
B E A E
But it can't fill their happy and it can't fill their pain
[Verse 7]
A E
No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies
B
It's all in a song and it's all on me
E A E
Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band
B E
I'm the picking and grinning guitar man
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E A E B E A E B E
I'm the guitar man
[Verse 8]
A E
Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one
B
But she soon grew tired, this love on the run
E A E
Said she felt second, told me I had to choose
B E A E
She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you
[Verse 9]
A E
The end of the night, we'll all be best friends
B
Then strangers till I roll through town again
E A E
I'll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can
B E
One for the road for the guitar man
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior, still I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E
I'm the guitar man
E B E A E
I'll play em fast, I'll play em slow, I'm the guitar... man
E B E A E B E
Yeah
E A E
Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down
B
Stale taste of whiskey, fresh on my mouth
E A E
Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand
B E
Another day in the life of the guitar man
A E
La de da
[Verse 2]
A E
Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans
B
Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between
E A E
And a red head named Annie, she's still fast asleep
B E
Made me make her a promise, she knows I can't keep
A E
La de da
[Verse 3]
A E
Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust
B
Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck
E A E
Breathing my freedom, with the windows rolled down
B E
Forty-six miles till the next nameless town
A E
La de da
[Verse 4]
A E
Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door
B
Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor
E A E
Give an eye to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks
B E
Life's been hard on her, but she's been good to me
A E
La de da
[Verse 5]
E A E
Off in the shadows, stands a stool and a stage
E B
Where many souls before me were put on display
E A E
I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues
B E
That won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E A E
I'm the guitar man
[Verse 6]
A E
Well they'll ask for more love songs and I'll play with a smile
B
To help them hold on or forget for a while
E A E
They can fill up that jukebox with a week's worth of pay
B E A E
But it can't fill their happy and it can't fill their pain
[Verse 7]
A E
No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies
B
It's all in a song and it's all on me
E A E
Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band
B E
I'm the picking and grinning guitar man
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E A E B E A E B E
I'm the guitar man
[Verse 8]
A E
Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one
B
But she soon grew tired, this love on the run
E A E
Said she felt second, told me I had to choose
B E A E
She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you
[Verse 9]
A E
The end of the night, we'll all be best friends
B
Then strangers till I roll through town again
E A E
I'll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can
B E
One for the road for the guitar man
[Chorus]
A E
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
B
Nothing short of a savior, still I go home alone
E A E
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand
E
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low
B E
I'm the guitar man
E B E A E
I'll play em fast, I'll play em slow, I'm the guitar... man
E B E A E B E
Yeah
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