Fold Me Up, Haul Me Home - Cody Tyler

No I never spent the dime on a Gibson guitar
So this Tele just seems to sing my blues these days
I play songs that'll make you choke up
Especially when I get all smoked up
And the steel rings soft and clear, takes me away

I think about them old days, how they got to me
As I roll down this river to Carolina
Went from a V8 left lane screamer
To a weaving right lane dreamer
But when the chemicals swirl around and control my mind

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk
Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned
My fingers won't work the strings
My head burns when I sing
Might as well fold me up and haul me home

Each night the free drinks appear at the foot of this stage
Oh how that moonshine sure does get to my head
And I'll stay out too long
Despite knowing that I'm wrong
One day these vices are bound to kill me dead

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk
Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned
My fingers won't work the strings
My head burns when I sing
Might as well fold me up and haul me home
Fold me up and haul me home

I can't sing worth a damn when I'm drunk
Can't play worth a shit when I'm stoned
My fingers won't work the strings
My head burns when I sing
Might as well fold me up and haul me home
Fold me up and haul me home
Fold me up and haul me home