Vincent Neil Emerson

Letters on the Marquee

Songtext

Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name
And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same
I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
I'm headed home, watch me get gone

Well, I wanna be a bottle on the top shelf covered up in dust
Naw, they won't be able to afford me, they won't have enough
Don't wanna be bought, don't wanna be sold
Don't wanna be talked down to, don't wanna be owned

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Well, the bartender's lookin' at me sideways, guess I don't have a right
But I've been tippin' like a canoe, smilin' all damn night
I guess I'll quit and just walk away
I don't need this shit, have a good day

Well, I'm playing for a fool in a barroom, stubborn as my debt
He's yelling, "Sing another David Allan Coe song," but I ain't sang one yet
Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
I'm headed home, watch me get gone

Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name
And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same
Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
I'm headed home, watch me get gone