The Best Job I Ever Had

Written in December 2001 in Nashville, Tennessee

Well I’d like to thank my parents for the shape I’m in
Pardon my condition,
My excuse is pretty thin
All I wanted was a car when I turned 16
But my folks bought me a guitar and it’ll be the death of me

Well I could’ve been a doctor
Or even an astronaut
Hell I could’ve been most anything, if it weren’t for this dreadnaught.
But when I got down to it
And I learned the chords  C, F and G
Well, I hit the road with my guitar and it’ll be the death of me

It’s the best job I’ve ever had
You spend of your time tuning them
And the other half playing out of tune
And it’s the best job I’ve ever had

It’s the best job I’ve ever had
Guitars make life bearable
There ain’t another job in the world comparable
And it’s the best job I’ve ever had

Well it’s gotten me into some tight spots
And it’s gotten me out of a few
And if it wasn’t for the music, well I don’t know what I’d do
But if you have to tell the truth
Well then you have to have the tools
So get yourself a guitar and it’ll be the death of you

It’s the best job I’ve ever had
One night in Kansas City, it broken in a fight
I glued it back together and it ain’t never been right
But it’s the best job I’ve ever had

It’s the best job I’ve ever had
You wanna know why people play guitar all day long
And act a fool just for a song?
It’s the best job they’ve ever had

It’s the best job I’ve ever had
And I know why Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil
Down on Highway 61
Because it was the best job he ever had

Now when I die and I get to Heaven
I’m gonna tell you what
I may have seen and done a lot of things
But there’s still things that I had not
But I what I did
And I did it thee most true
Was play this fucking guitar
And I played it all for you.

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