It's just enough to get the band clear, a case of beer, shorin' up the load
It's just enough to get a full tank, a little dank from some dude in the second row
Here's to hopin' this guitar will make it through, the end of this run
Here's to knowin' it's the last song man, I'm doin' what I can
Well, I'm a fast-movin' son of a gun

I don't say much if I even talk at all
Well, you can find out what you want to know, if you listen to my songs
You did not come in here to hear me speak and I came in to sing
It's all about the song and the line and the words and the melody

I never did care to be classified because
I never did call it anything to hide what it really was
I love rock n' roll and songs with soul but let's call a spade a spade
Yeah, that's a pop record man, you're a Nashville fan
If you could sing then you had it made

And I appreciate your good taste and I appreciate your time
And if we never meet again, I'll assume the pleasure's all mine

It's just enough to get the band clear, a case of beer, shorin' up the load
It's just enough to get a full tank, a little dank from some dude I did not know
Here's to hopin' this guitar will make it through, the end of this run
Here's to knowin' it's the last song man, I'm doin' what I can
Well, I'm a fast-movin' son of a gun
Here's to knowin' it's the last song man, I'm doin' what I can
Well, I'm a fast-movin' son of a gun