Hold onto your hats because Sturgill Simpson delivers an anthem for the creatively broke and fame-adjacent. 🎸 Our protagonist is stuck in a whirlwind of weed, pills, and elusive song royalties while brainstorming questionable financial plans—like robbing banks. With the pressure of baby talk and a Bronco running on fumes, the struggle is hilariously real. He prays for a record deal that won't just feed his belly, but maybe even help him rhyme something with "Bronco." While perched atop "Shit Mountain," he cheekily offers his dubious crown to anyone willing to take it. This tune is a bluesy wink at the trials of chasing dreams in a world that doesn't pay its aspiring kings. #StrugglingArtist #SongsOfDesperation #DreamOn
You Can Have the Crown
Lyrics
There it is, right, two, a one, two, three
Well, I've been spending all my money on weed n' pills
Tryin' to write a song that'll pay the bills
But it ain't came yet, so I guess I'll have to rob a bank
I guess it could be worse, it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sittin' in old Baghdad
In the middle of a hot damn desert sittin' in a tank
Well, every time the wife talks, a baby gets mentioned
I'm so broke I can't pay attention
Lord, how it tears me up to see her cry
Oh, I've been spendin' all my nights on the internet
Looking for a clue but ain't found one yet
Just a bunch of Mopars, guitars and other stuff I can't buy
Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
'Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's a-goin' down
Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, sing 'em real sad
And all the people in the crowd say "He ain't half bad"
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
Well, I've been sittin' on my ass like a bump on a log
Watchin' Andy and ol' Boss Hog
I guess I oughta get up and go out and find a job
Instead of sittin' on the couch trying to find the next line
I'm sure there's gotta be a better use of my time
Like figuring out which one of these banks I'm gonna go rob
Well, the name of the game is hurry up and wait
But that ain't putting no food on my plate
Or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco
So Lord, if I could just get me a record deal
I might not have to worry about my next meal
But I'll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco
Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
'Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's a-goin' down
Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, sing 'em real sad
And all the people in the crowd say "He ain't half bad"
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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