Cuttin' Teeth

He was spinnin' wheels, makin' deals

Wild-eyed in his 20s

With nothin' in the way of work he was ever fit to do

It was for the birds, he worked with words

The thing is, words work funny

You weld 'em right, you know they're liable to affect the way you move

Frontin' him, a country band

A buncha rockin' barkin' deadbeats, man

He played a gig with us one night

When he was cuttin' teeth

Hustle high, hustle low

Hearken out that band window

The price of gas is getting low

In the pocket of the seat

Of his pants, he has had tightenin' 'round his body

Livin' off tavern's fare, drowning in the grease

Frontin' him, a country band

Roaddoggin' in a stripped-out van

Bummin' powder in the bar light

When they were cuttin' teeth

You can yell, you can croon

You can reach the fire code of any room

With a catchy song or two, if they're sang in key

There's room for error if the band is there

In a way, it's 'bout like baseball

He swings a bat left-handed

He's gonna walk at least

Frontin' him, a country band

A buncha West Virginia deadbeats, man

He split the door with us one night

When he was cuttin' teeth

He played a gig with us one night

When he was cuttin' teeth