From the recording Fresh Blood / Old Skin
Lyrics
2) Nothin’ Ain’t Tryin’ – m.litton
Well bless my soul it’s a rodeo, let’s get a horse ‘n go ridin’
Ain’t no sense in duckin’ down, ain’t a bit of use, no use in hidin’
You bet a nickel, I’ll bet a dime, can’t catch that fish every time
Love ya, girl, no I ain’t lyin’, some get nothin’, but nothin’
Hey-hey-hey! It ain’t tryin’...oh no, nothin’ ain’t tryin’
Now my grandpa fought in the First Big War
He ‘n the ghost of Robert Lee
He plowed with mules named Pete ‘n Bob
Always had a friend, good friend, and a fine story
I got a bullwhip, Danny got a gun, Johnny got a brand-new saddle
And if you paint that Kansas sky, best use a brush made of sable
Chorus: I-I-I’m goin’ on a spree to Kansas City
Yeah, you ‘n me in Kansas City
We get a little loaded on the wine
Some get nothin’, yeah nothin’, but nothin’ ain’t tryin’
You gotta plow to plant that corn, need that sunshine to make the hay
Wash my body in a thunder storm, drink my whiskey in the summer shade
I’m gonna die just cus I’s born, ya can’t outrun that shadow, no
Chase your tail ‘n curse the moon, drown like a fly in a bottle
(chorus)
You bet a nickel, I’ll bet a dime, can’t catch that fish every time
Love ya, girl, no I ain’t lyin’, some get nothin’, but nothin’
Hey-hey-hey! It ain’t tryin’...oh no, nothin’ ain’t tryin’