The Food Truck Blues

C E7 A A7 D G C E7 A D7 G C He left home at eighteen to find the promised land F D G He went to Bible college and then up and joined a band C Now there's an audience assembled but not to see him play F D G Each man standing in that line is here to stuff his face C E7 'Cause he's working on a food truck with that four-year degree A7 D D7 G Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free C E7 Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues A7 D G C 'Till the band blows up online he'll sing the food truck blues C E A A7 D7 G (2x) C Get your grass-fed beef and go to town to set up shop F D G Light the grill but careful not to burn your eyebrows off (again?) C Drop the fries and see that all the burgers get well-done F D G Try not to k**l the soccer mom who wants a gluten-free bun C 'Cause you're working on a food truck with that four-year degree A7 D D7 G Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free C E7 Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues A7 D G C 'Till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues C We're all trying to get our bread, pay rent, and just survive F D G You can't go from fry cook to the Opry overnight C Stay up in that saddle, you may join the chosen few F D G C But for now, you'll sweat it out and sing the food truck blues C E7 'Cause we're working on a food truck with our four-year degrees A7 D D7 G Getting stiffed by day and playing shows at night for free C E7 Don't you know that's Nashville where you gotta pay your dues A7 D G C 'Till the band blows up online we'll sing the food truck blues A7 D G C 'Till the band blows up online you'll sing the food truck blues