Lyrics
G A7 / D7 G / G A7 / C D G
My bags are packed, I’m leavin’ here tomorrow,
Gotta make the interstate by the light of day,
Think of me with every shot of whiskey,
Cause my friends, I bring you with me everyday.
C G / Em D / C G (Em) / G D G
It’s my revival, I’m takin’ no prisoners,
Gonna play my guitar til my fingers bleed.
I give up, I’ve had enough of this low-down dirty luck,
It’s my revival and the blues don’t bother me.
This road is long but I feel I’m getting somewhere,
Truth is half the time I just don’t care.
All the folks in town helping keep me safe & sound
Most of the adventure’s the getting there.
It’s my revival, don’t know how long this may last,
I’ll be doin it while I can still make the scene.
Please put money in my jar, I drive a 35 ft car,
It’s my revival and it runs on gasoline.
I’ll send stories of adventures on this windin ramblin road,
Or a postcvard from some stop along the way,
Without you I wouldn’t be doin what I do,
If you ask me to I guess I’ll get on back someday!
It’s my revival, I’m takin’ no prisoners,
Gonna play my guitar til my fingers bleed.
I give up, I’ve had enough of this low-down dirty luck,
It’s my revival and the blues don’t bother me.