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Tracy Bickford - I can't sing Lyrics



Tracy Bickford - I can't sing Lyrics




I'm busted, flat broke, I live in a shack, no door in the back at the end of a dead end road
Howl at the moon all night at everyone's expense
Don't like it don't listen, baby, I'm on a mission for some Nashville experience
I loaded up my wagon and I strapped on my guitar, but friends I had said a voice that bad ain't getting me very far

Cause I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm gona follow all of my dreams
Gonna climb up the ladder, don't like it, don't matter, gonna be on the billboard screen, cutting line at the Bluebird Cafe
I don't go by the book, don't like it, don't look, gonna be a big star someday

America got talent, said that they seen better days
Cause Im no Miranda Lambert when I get up on that stage
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm living in my car and I'm low on gasoline

Eating food out of a jar don't help my self-esteem
But I'll suck it up, I won't give up my wannabe dream
But I'm busted, flat broke, and baby I can't sing
I ain't no quitter, I won't quit no way

Don't know the words stop I'm gonna go till I drop, but maybe I'll learn someday
I'm on a mission, feet don't fail me now
Gonna go with the flow, but the wind won't blow, so I'm going nowhere right now
Karaoke's waiting and it's my turn to play

Well, don't look now, there's Simon Cowl won't get up out my way
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm living in my car and I'm low on gasoline
Eating food out of a jar don't help my self-esteem

But I'll suck it up, I won't give up my wannabe dream
But I'm busted, flat broke, and baby I can't sing
Well, I'm busted, flat broke, uh-huh
I live at a shack no door in the back at the end of a dead-end road

Howl at the moon all night at everyone's expense
I don't like it, don't listen, baby, I'm on a mission for some natural experience
I loaded up my pickup truck and strapped on my guitar
But my friends I had said a voice that bad ain't getting me very far

Cause I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
Well, I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I think they're trying to tell me I can't sing
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
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I'm busted, flat broke, I live in a shack, no door in the back at the end of a dead end road
Howl at the moon all night at everyone's expense
Don't like it don't listen, baby, I'm on a mission for some Nashville experience
I loaded up my wagon and I strapped on my guitar, but friends I had said a voice that bad ain't getting me very far

Cause I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm gona follow all of my dreams
Gonna climb up the ladder, don't like it, don't matter, gonna be on the billboard screen, cutting line at the Bluebird Cafe
I don't go by the book, don't like it, don't look, gonna be a big star someday

America got talent, said that they seen better days
Cause Im no Miranda Lambert when I get up on that stage
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm living in my car and I'm low on gasoline

Eating food out of a jar don't help my self-esteem
But I'll suck it up, I won't give up my wannabe dream
But I'm busted, flat broke, and baby I can't sing
I ain't no quitter, I won't quit no way

Don't know the words stop I'm gonna go till I drop, but maybe I'll learn someday
I'm on a mission, feet don't fail me now
Gonna go with the flow, but the wind won't blow, so I'm going nowhere right now
Karaoke's waiting and it's my turn to play

Well, don't look now, there's Simon Cowl won't get up out my way
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I'm living in my car and I'm low on gasoline
Eating food out of a jar don't help my self-esteem

But I'll suck it up, I won't give up my wannabe dream
But I'm busted, flat broke, and baby I can't sing
Well, I'm busted, flat broke, uh-huh
I live at a shack no door in the back at the end of a dead-end road

Howl at the moon all night at everyone's expense
I don't like it, don't listen, baby, I'm on a mission for some natural experience
I loaded up my pickup truck and strapped on my guitar
But my friends I had said a voice that bad ain't getting me very far

Cause I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
Well, I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
I think they're trying to tell me I can't sing
I'm busted, flat broke, and I can't sing
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Performed By: Tracy Bickford
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Tracy Bickford
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