THE FOOD TRUCK BLUES

(feat. Buddy Greene)

He left home at eighteen to find the promised land
He went to Bible college and then up and joined a band
Now there's an audience assembled but not to see him play
Each man standing in that line is here to stuff his face

'Cause he's working on a food truck with that four-year degree
Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free
Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues
'Till the band blows up online he'll sing the food truck blues

Get your grass-fed beef and go to town to set up shop
Light the grill but careful not to burn your eyebrows off (again?)
Drop the fries and see that all the burgers get well-done
Try not to kill the soccer mom who wants a gluten-free bun

'Cause you're working on a food truck with that four-year degree
Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free
Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues
'Till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues

We're all trying to get our bread, pay rent, and just survive
You can't go from fry cook to the Opry overnight
Stay up in that saddle, you may join the chosen few
But for now, you'll sweat it out and sing the food truck blues

'Cause we're working on a food truck with our four-year degrees
Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free
Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues
'Till the band blows up online we'll sing the food truck blues
'Till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues