Bleed On Paper

May never be what you call a rock star

It's cool if I don't get there

I die just a sinner with a guitar

Johnny Cash, middle finger in the air

Make a living on what's in the tip jar

Burn out like a neon buzz

I've been nothing but my old man's son

The only best damn thing there ever was, but

I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major

Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor

Little bit of devil, little bit of saving

Whole lotta life cut like a razor

With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six string

I bleed on paper

Yeah, I met a man at the crossroad (crossroad)

Suit and tie, with a smile just like gold

He tried making me a deal like I had me a for sale sign on my soul

Said all I had to do was change my tune (change my tune)

Then I could cash that check

But I don't like the feeling of a rattlesnake pulling on my neck, so

I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major

Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor

Little bit of devil, little bit of saving

Whole lotta life cut like a razor

With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six-string

I bleed on paper

Pulling out my heart showing these scars

Yeah, that's the part that heals me

Chasing one more song that cuts to the bone

Even if it kills me

But I keep on signing what I know between a minor and a major

Keep pulling at the bend sweet and if it isn't the latest flavor

Runnin' with the devil, whole lotta saving

Whole lotta life cut like a razor

With some blue ink, a blank page and an old six string

I bleed on paper

I bleed on paper (keep, keep)

I bleed on paper (keep, keep, keep oon bleeding)

I bleed on paper (keep, keep, keep oon bleeding)