Broken Record - Corey Smith

Into the city, I’m runnin' on fumes

Late for the downbeat but I’m on my way

I got no money just a trunk full of strings

A backseat full of Peavey pa

Beats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dad

But it’s not what I thought it would be

The entertainment gets no love from the girls

And I can’t even drink there for free

A man in the corner easy to ignore

Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a moonlight tour

I sell my soul to keep on singin' along

In come the money and out goes a song

Into a truck stop somewhere North Carolina

Get out, you better stretch while you can

Theres no more stopping untill we reach the show

Oh man what’s that smell in the van

It ain’t a good life but its our life to live

One hangover to the next

If theres a castle for a king of gold

Lord knows I ain’t found it yet

A man in a box takes a caller at the door

Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on the nightclub tour

I think its workin' cuz they’re singin' along

In come the money and out goes the song

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Into the city, now I travel in style

Three buses and four transfer trucks

The paparazzi’s always harassing me

Yeah I’m a star now but I feel like I’m stuck

A man on the edge, now I can’t be ignored

Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a stadium tour

I keep trying to figure where it all went wrong

Income the money and out goes a song

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