He Used to Play
Back in my hometown there's a good old boy
Spends his day sitting in the square
Drinks his whiskey from the bottle
And he knows he ain't going nowhere
Story they tell all over town
He ain't always been this way
They say he once could pick with the best
They say every dog has his day
Chorus:
Fifteen years ago he was a hero
Hottest guitar picker in the land
Lately he's been down on his luck
He used to play in the band
Some days are better than other
Some days he's almost dry
He'll tell you about all the places he's been
He'll tell you all about his other life
The crowds would cheer and holler
When he laid down those country licks
He played every roadhouse in this state
He played the cities and the sticks
Some days I sit with him on the bench
As the teenage kids drive by
He hands me a sip from his bottle
And we just sit there and get high
He says Mick and him were just like that
Born on the very same day
Don't know if I should believe him
It don't really matter anyway
