shooter jennings – the white trash song lyrics
wake up every morning, by the break of dawn
hear that rooster crowing, i feel so all alone
honey snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divine
little squirrels is a’barking
like they thought they was a mountain-lion
i get to thinking about the road, all the times i’ve been back again
i was born a child of these muddy roads
i guess i’ll die here lonesome as the wind
cause all my cover broke down
playing’ live fun yard
i won’t get one, get her
but the road just seems too hard
someone come round this morning,
wanting to play in my barn
he was highway 41
ladies and gentlemen
well i use to have me a
oh just as pretty as can be
all the jimmy swagger
left in nashville tennessee
so i drink me a whole lot of liquor
and i drink me a whole lot of booze
i’m a midnight country-rambler
and i ain’t got nothing to lose
i ain’t got nothing to lose boys
i wake up beyond the mornings
laying in this jail
my head will be hurting
i won’t be feeling too well
that old flat-belly sheriff talking out to me
i wanna know how it felt: not being free
i said didn’t matter much,
didn’t hurt at all
i’ll never be locked up in jail, h-ll, h-ll
someone came around this morning,
wanting to pay my bond
playing through the city, you
.. the rest heading for you
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