Song Description
Trying to make it in the music industry as a songwriter.
| Song Length |
3:13 |
Genre |
Country - General, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Musician, Mail |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Pulled up in this city, put it all on the line The Bluebird seems so itty bitty
Man this is where I shine
At night these bars are rocking
People living out their dreams
We're all one song away so we write all day It ain't as easy as it seems
Praying for mailbox money
Don't wanna work too hard
Write a hit song, buy a house and a car Mailbox money, leave my pjs on
Maybe buy and island if McGraw sings em all If I can finish this one last line
Mailbox money soon will be mine
Time slips away and I'm busy as hell This apartment feels so small
I find gratitude in the people I meet So man I rock them all
But the amplifiers turn to silence
And soon I'm asleep in bed
Do it all again tomorrow, man I'm falling heels over head