With a Guitar in My Hand

Words and Music by Barrett Z. Gross

I didn’t have the brains or balls

To break my bosses bank account

So I went and quit my job instead.

Verse 1

For twenty years I worked for him

Not knowing what life was about

In the end I couldn’t even get up out of bed

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Now my life’s got purpose

And my spirit’s been set free Bridge

‘Cause playing country music and

a guitar is all I need

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I hope I die singing

With a guitar in my hand

Playing country music

All across the land

Chorus 1

And if I go tomorrow

At least I know I’ve made my stand

Singing country music

With a guitar in my hand

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Now every day’s a fantasy

From the minute I wake up

Even if my audience

Throws coins into a cup

Verse 3

No one will cry when they hear I

have reached the promised land

‘Cause they’ll know I went singing

With a guitar in my hand

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I hope I die singing

With a guitar in my hand

Playing country music

And traveling the land

Chorus 2

And if I die tomorrow

I’ll know I’ve made my stand

Playing country music

With a guitar in my hand