It all got started with a black guitar Pickin out zeppelin in my daddy's car The music grabbed me and wouldn't let go I started writing music for the country show In high school I started a little band Put our equipment in the back of a van Million miles later we were still the same Didn't get nowhere now I'll take the blame Song reader What you think of my song Won't you tell me What an I doin wrong Played them barrooms outside of town Pills and whiskey I swallowed them down Hated just about every person I met But them ol demons haven't killed me yet Turn off the radio Turn off the sound Don't want that music kickin me down I believe what I'm doing is the gospel truth I'll keep on singin til I get my due