The Case of Bucky Briar

[Verse 1] Another writers round at (?) Sidecars don't taste like they used to Me and Bucky Briar Holding down the hotel venue Your eyes like (?) He sings like Hank He's a country angel And the room looks Up on stage Sings his praise Like the country faithful [Chorus] He's gonna be a six string picker Boy, they gonna love him down south He's gonna be a six string picker Gonna be the best in town Music city keeps getting bigger Another soul wants to stay and crowd My chances just get slimmer When boys like Bucky come around [Verse] Getting sick of sidecars Think I'll switch to whisky sours Me and Bucky Briar talk until the morning hours I tried to warn him so Bucky, luck is low (?) But Buck does as he wills Even it kills He's gonna go [Chorus] He's gonna be a six string picker Boy, they gonna love him down south He's gonna be a six string picker Gonna be the best in town Music city keeps getting bigger Another soul wants to stay and crowd My chances just get slimmer When boys like Bucky come around [Bridge] Well if there's no turning back I better close my tab before we hit the road Me and Bucky Briar Drunk and stumbling our way home He hums some Johnny Cash And I go mad And draw my jack knife And I cut that kid in half To free the angels from his inside [Chorus] Cause Bucky I'm gonna be a six string picker Boy, they gonna love me down south I'm gonna be a six string picker I'm gonna be the best in town Music city keeps getting bigger Another soul wants to stay and crowd My chances just get slimmer If boys like Bucky hang around