Well, I did everything I could, but I guess I'm quittin
I got tired of singing the same old same old song
That's the last damn chord and the last damn line I'm spittin
And the last damn tune about a woman that done me wrong
And, I'm sick of spending this money that I ain't makin
On tires without any tread and gasoline
That brought me here on the highway less taken
Where the ends don't seem to justify the means
And I guess it never made much sense on paper
Every quarter you make is gone before it sees a dime
And if it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme
I've heard said to do it because you love it
And you know full well it'll work out in the end
But that water is cold and I can't get my head above it
Don't make much sense to get out and do it again
Lord, but I never spent much time counting money
I been spending all my time between the lines
The dues are paid if the bills are not,
And the tunes I play are all I've got
I'll die rich with these penniless words of mine
And I guess it never made much sense on paper
Every quarter you make is gone before it sees a dime
And if it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme
If it was God's intention to make me better
I'd have some more to give than words that rhyme