He played guitar in a honky-tonk band   He drank Jack Daniels, black label brand   He was the life of the party till they closed down the bar   In the eyes of a young boy, he was a star      He'd say, "Son, don't you run down the roads that I've run   And don't go and sing all the songs that I've sung   'Cause this kind of livin' takes its toll on a man   And through the smoke and the neon I saw it first hand   I got the lowdown on the high-life but still here I am"      The blues and the bottle held him under their spell   Took him to heaven and put us through hell   Well, sometimes I feel him up on this stage   His restless spirit still runs through my veins      He'd say, "Son, don't you run down the roads that I've run   And don't go and sing all the songs that I've sung   'Cause this kind of livin' takes its toll on a man   And through the smoke and the neon I saw it first hand   I got the lowdown on the high-life but still here I am   I got the lowdown on the high-life but still here I am"