[Verse 1]
Another writers round at (?)
Sidecars don't taste like they used to
Me and Bucky Briar
Holding down the hotel venue

Your eyes like (?)
He sings like (?)
He's a country angel
And the room looks
Up on stage
Sings his praise
Like the country faithful

[Chorus]
He's gonna be a six string picker
Boy, they gonna love him down south
He's gonna be a six string picker
Gonna be the best in town

Music city keeps getting bigger
Another soul wants to stay and crowd
My chances just get slimmer
When boys like Bucky come around

[Verse]
Getting sick of sidecars
Think I'll switch to whisky sours
Me and Bucky Briar talk until the morning hours
I tried to warn him so
Bucky, luck is low
(?)
But Buck does as he wills
Even it kills
He's gonna go
[Chorus]
He's gonna be a six string picker
Boy, they gonna love him down south
He's gonna be a six string picker
Gonna be the best in town

Music city keeps getting bigger
Another soul wants to stay and crowd
My chances just get slimmer
When boys like Bucky come around

[Bridge]
Well if there's no turning back
I better close my tab before we hit the road
Me and Bucky Briar
Drunk and stumbling our way home

He hums some Johnny Cash
And I go mad
And draw my jack knife
And I cut that kid in half
To free the angels from his inside

[Chorus]
Cause Bucky
I'm gonna be a six string picker
Boy, they gonna love me down south
I'm gonna be a six string picker
I'm gonna be the best in town
Music city keeps getting bigger
Another soul wants to stay and crowd
My chances just get slimmer
If boys like Bucky hang around