You don't even want to know
the shit I go through
You don't even wanna see
the hell it put me through
'Cause it's bad and it's rough
and it always calls your bluff
They call it sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
They call it sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
Sweet - and addictive
I lay here at night, I toss and I turn
Lovin' you so, how my heart yearns
Honey, you're the reason
I can't sleep at night
Just a walkin' the floor thinking of you
Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee too
Honey, you're the reason
I can't sleep at night
I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me
But if I'm wrong, don't fail to call
Come over and keep me company
Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon
Strum my guitar, sing out an old tune
Honey, you're the reason
I can't sleep at night
I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me
But if I'm wrong, don't fail to call
Come over and keep me company
Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon
Strum my guitar, sing out an old tune
Honey, you're the reason
I can't sleep at night
Honey, you're the reason
Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
said, "Steve you're way behind time.
This is not Thirty-Eight; this is old Ninety-Seven,
so put her into Spencer on time."
Then he turned and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
and when we cross that White Oak Mountain,
watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
And then the telegram came from Washington station
and this is how it read:
"Oh that brave engineer that ran old Ninety-Seven
is lying in old Danville dead"
'Cause he was going down the grade makin' ninety miles an
hour
when the whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle,
scalded to death by the steam
Now all you ladies you better take warnin'
from this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to a true lovin' husband
he may leave you and never return
'board 'board
I woke up this mornin', kissed my wife goodbye
i pray to god that i'll make it home safe tonight
it's a dangerous job but i take that risk
i'll trade my blood and sweat just to feed my kids
i've been working for the man since a tender age
now a rich politician wants to lower my wage
pour me a drink so i can understand
these are the struggles of a working man
i work outside in the pouring rain
when it's cold as ice when i'm full of pain
it don't matter what i feel inside
as long as the job i'm working gets done on time
the boss man says works getting slow
pack up your tools boys and head on home
i pour another drink and try to understand
these are the struggles of a working man
you see i work construction
i build things
do you understand how important that is to the world?
i don't know if ya'll realize what kind of pressure that puts on a man like me
i love my wife and i raise my son, best i can, better then some
i just found out the other day i got another little one that'ts on the way
i took a new job down at the factory, ya it don't pay much but at least we can eat
i roll up a smoke and think a new plan? (can't really hear that)
these are the struggles of a working man
when down to the river just the other day
got down on my knees and began to pray
i said lord please won't you understand
the struggles of a working man
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine
All them cats is sippin' that wine
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
Pass that bottle to me
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Knockin' out windows, kickin' down doors
Drinkin' a half-gallon and askin' for more
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
Pass that bottle to me
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine
All them cats is sippin' that wine
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
livin hard, wild and free is the life for me, and im always good friends with bad company, i drink all day just to get to feelin right. and im just tryin to get ahead in this reckless life, workin hard and playin when i can, raisin hell and livin off the land, gettin tired when i have to to walk a straight line, cuz the devils pourin drinks, and his daughter need a ride,
well its hard to see that i love you so, but its plain to see that i let you go, livin wild and free keeps me on the ground, and im runnin like hell to keep from goin down. ive been ridin all day, with D and i'm wired, that's the life i chose it keeps my soul on fire
gettin drunk and playing real loud it's what i do to make the crowd get down
and it's hard to say i'm not much of a family man. cause i play all night and raise hell with my hellbilly band
and i know i was never quite good enough for you . so i'll sit right here and have another drink or two
yeah it's hard to see that i loved you so. well it's a plain to see that i let you go
livin wild and free keeps me on the ground. and i'm running like hell to keep from goin down
Well, last night you told me
That I ain't worth a dime
Well, don't worry, honey
'Cause I'm leaving this time
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, your hillbilly daddy's packin'
And I'm gonna get gone
We never got along
I guess we never will
So I'm saying so long
It oughta give you a thrill
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, your hillbilly daddy's packin'
And I'm gonna get gone
Well, I'm going joint-jumpin'
Down at Club 21
I ain't looking for a trouble
I just gotta have fun
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, your hillbilly daddy is packin'
And I'm gonna get gone
You want a sensitive sissy
That'll hear your command
Not a hillbilly singer
With a five-piece band
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, your hillbilly daddy's packin'
And I'm gonna get gone
Last night you told me
That I ain't worth a dime
Well, don't worry, honey
'Cause I'm leaving this time
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, your hillbilly daddy is packin'
And I'm gonna get gone
Well, your hillbilly daddy's packin'
Yeah boy, that's right.
Well I was raised in a holler
I grew up eatin' mud
and my baby bottle
it was filled with beer and blood
Well I got relatives here
they just don't look quite right
A couple of 'em only got one eye
that I heard that they lost in a fight
You know why
You got any idea, boy
Do you know why
It's white trash
It's white trash
It's white trash
It's white trash
My daddy - he started beatin' me
around the tender age of five
He said "You gotta be tough -
if you're ever gonna get out of this world alive"
He used to beat my momma
and spit in my face
and laugh at the world
'cause it was such a fuckin' disgrace
Do you know why
Do you know why
I'll tell you why
White trash
White trash
Stand up
Be a good man
Do as I say boy
Put this beer in your hand
White trash -
I'm white trash
I'm white trash
As I watch the sun
Set slowly, I hold back the tears
And I can't help but wonder
Why the Lord had to put me here
'Caused I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
Man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
'Cause the whiskey, weed and women
Had the upper hand
Livin' lonely
Is the life that I been livin'
I got drunk
The day my paw went to prison
And when my mama died
I just didn't care about livin'
And I drank myself blind
Just tryin' to find a good reason
And I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
Man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
'Cause the whiskey, weed and women
Have the upper hand
Yeah, the whiskey weed and women
Some day you'll find out what it means to be blue
'Cause everybody pays for the things that they do
You broke something precious, sacred and true
Darlin', what did love ever do to you?
I still can't believe what I'm feelin'
As my heart turns slowly to stone
I'm staring a hole through the ceiling
The memory of your leaving won't let go
Some day you'll find out what it means to be blue
'Cause everybody pays for the things that they do
You broke something precious, sacred and true
Darlin', what did love ever do to you?
Your words built the walls of this prison
And like a fool I'm doin' time for you
I searched through my mind for a reason
But when you left, you left me without a clue
Some day you'll find out what it means to be blue
'Cause everybody pays for the things that they do
You broke something precious, sacred and true
Darlin', what did love ever do to you?
You broke something precious, sacred and true
Well, walkin' with sorrow
Through a lonely day
With those empty bottles
Tryin' to ease my pain
And I'm still here drinkin'
Over the good ol' days
When I had my gal
And everything was okay
Well, walkin' with sorrow
Is a lonely way
With those empty bottles
Tryin' to ease my pain
And I'm still here thinkin'
About the good ol' days
When I had my gal
Now playin' country music
It ain't like it used to be
I'm so tired of this new stuff
They're tryin' to get me to sing
That ain't no country music to me
Well, you can only take so much
Of putting people down when you got the best
That's tryin' to beat your back doors down
Well, I used to think that country
Was out of Nashville, Tennessee
But all I see in Nashville
Is a bunch of backstabbers takin' you and me
They don't care about the music ya see
Well, I used to think that country
Was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I'd rather take my things and go back to Texas ya see
Now, I would pack up and I'd leave this dirty town
But they've done taken me for so much
That I can't get out now
Maybe one day but not right now
Well, I used to think that country
Was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I don't think that country's here
'Cause they killed it ya see
Well, I used to think that country
Was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I'd rather take my things and
Well, there's some big black clouds
That's a blowin' in from the west
I've been drivin' all day
Lord, I sure could use some rest
And there's a motel up ahead where I can unwind
'Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs
I grew up on the road from town to town
My daddy's line of work kept us movin' around
I got fond memories of the way things were back then
The warmth of a neon when a cold storm is movin' in
Listen to the opry in a small cafe
When we stop to get a bite along the way
Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
It takes me back to another time
I got a real nice room with a radio and TV
This here motel livin' is the only life for me
And it looks like it'll be rainin' for quite some time
Mixed with the lightning is the glow from a neon sign
Listen to the opry in a small cafe
When we stop to get a bite along the way
Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
It takes me back to another time
Well, there's some big black clouds
That's a blowin' in from the west
I've been drivin' all day
Lord, I sure could use some rest
And there's a motel up ahead where I can unwind
'Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs
I been beat up bad, I been kicked around
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town
In this old town
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run
Yeah, I'm a-runnin' an' a-gunnin' an' a-lookin' for a damn good time
I done so much trip, I can't look you in the eye
You know I's tryin' to find that ultimate high
An' I was hangin' with my good friend an' his name is David Allan Coe
(Coe, Coe, Coe)
Well, I was runnin' real hard an' he was runnin' real fast
An' we got caughtup, up there on the pass
And we ended up back at this bar on the side of that road
I been beat up bad, I been kicked around
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town
In this old town
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run
An' I'm a-runnin' an' a-gunnin' an' a-lookin' for a damn good time
I done so much trip, I can't look you in the eye
You know I's tryin' to find that ultimate high
An' I was hangin' out with my friend Mr.George Jones
(Jones, Jones, Jones)
Well, I was messed up bad an' he was messed right
An' me an' George, well we sat an' talked all night
About the good times an' how country music's lost it's soul
I been beat up bad, I been kicked around
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town
In this old town
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run
Well, you never took my heart
When I tried hard to give it to you
And I know you can't be true
'Cause you just wanna be roamin' free, free
Now I'm lookin' straight at you
And see you with another man
So I take a shot of whiskey
And so I don't have no regrets
Well, I've fallen drunk again
I guess she must have got to me
I don't need little, little women
Getting upper hand on me
Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke
An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose
But I still sit here and think about
The things we used to do
Walkin' through the crowded streets
I don't see no one carin' for me
That's all right, I don't need anyone
Except myself, you see
'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter
An' I'm not like I used to be
But I still sit here an' think about
The things you did to me, to me
Yeah, I still sit here an' think about
Well, I'm all strung out in Texas
and I think I'm gonna lose my mind
Well, all my friends in Texas
they always have a damn good time
'Cause we've been drinkin' for 30 days
and we don't care if we die
and we're livin' fast and hard
and that's the way we spend our time
and we don't need no one tryin' to tell us
how to live our own no-good life
Hey, our own hellbilly right
'Cause it's long, long, long hauls
and those close, close, close calls
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause we've been drinkin' for 30 days
and we don't care if we die
and we're livin' fast and hard
and that's the way we spend our time
and we don't need no one tryin' to tell us
how to live our own no-good life
Hey, our own hellbilly right
'Cause it's long, long, long hauls
and those close, close, close calls
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause the Devil is my friend
'Cause the Devil is my friend
Well I was driving by myself through Tennessee
and I broke down on the side of the road, look at me
Well I got a mohawk, and that's really sad
that I don't think that they'll think I'm a good man
So I went to a bar, so I could use the phone
The guy just looked at me and said, "Hell no!"
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Well I was driving by myself through Tennessee
and I broke down on the side of the road, look at me
Well I got a mohawk, and that's really sad
that I don't think that they'll think I'm a good man
So I went to a bar, so I could use the phone
The guy just looked at me and said, "Hell no!"
Well my worn-out boots are taking me downtown
and I'm looking for trouble and I wanna get loud.
Serve me up a drink and I'll shoot it right down
and I'll jump up on the bar and holler "One more round!"
I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing slowin' me down
I'm going straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!
Well back in the day with my uncle Jed,
he kept a lot of moonshine out in the shed.
He taught me how to drink - how to be real proud
of my hillbilly ways and my outlaw style.
I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing stoppin' me now
I'm headin' straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!
Well I'm racin' these backroads trying to save my life,
'cause the sherriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife.
Always on the run with a gun in my hand
'cause I like a good time and a one-night stand.
I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing slowin' me down
I'm going straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!
Well why does it hurt when i see you again?
Is is the memories, or Jack Daniels understands?
And I dont know if I'm out of control.
Coz lately I've been spinnin',
and drinkin' alone.
(chorus)
Will you pick up the gun dear, and put me asleep?
Coz' I'm sleepin' on missery and she's cuttin' me real deep.
And I'm all alone.
Driftin' and Stoned.
Bein' too far gone.
Well I'm stoned and alone.
Hell I've been surrounded by whores and thieves.
That was always tryin' to get the best of me.
And I don't mind getting thrown out on the street.
Coz I can get by without much to eat.
Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine.
I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time.
An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten.
An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin.
Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride.
But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.
-Instrumental break-
Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see,
'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee.
A little bit crazy, on the loudish side,
'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high.
An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
well i'm working real hard and not gettin paid i'm sick
of this life and i gotta get a break
i've been real high and i've been down low and i live
in a shack on a country dirt road
so i'm workin real hard and not getting paid and i'm
sick of this life and i gotta get a break
and i just can't get by anymore. i've been real high
and i've been down low
and i live in a shack on a country dirt road and my
best friend is my magnum fourty four
Well workin' real hard ain't hard to do When you got
you a lotta money comin' to you
But I ain't got a dime so I'll just sit here
Even Though I'm Broke I've Got A Six-pack of Beer.
Well I've paid my dues And I've paid my rent And they
still try to take everything they can.
Well I thought I had a good thing going on But the
sheriff broke my door and he took me on
And he said hey boy you owe the government.
Well workin' real hard ain't hard to do When you got
you a lotta money comin' to you
But I ain't got a dime so I'll just sit here Even
Though I'm Broke I've Got A Six-pack of Beer.
So I workin real hard and not gettin' paid And I'm sick
of this life and I gotta get a break
And I just cant get by anymore. I've been real high and
I've been down low
And I live in a shack on a country dirt road And my
Well, I'm a runnin' and gunnin'
A little bit crazy
Got half drunk on the day they made me
I don't know why, I guess it's in my genes
Well, I'm a runnin' and gunnin'
A little bit shady
Got half-stoned on the day they made me
I don't know why, I guess I'm dangerous and mean
(You better)
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, I'm dangerous and mean
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, I'll drop you to your knees
Well, I'm a runnin' and gunnin'
A little bit shady
Got tattooed on the day they made me
I don't know why, I guess I'm dangerous and mean
Well, I've got my 4-speed, 2-door Chevy
Driving outta hell
Like Satan's gonna catch me
I don't know why, I guess it's in my genes
(You better)
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, I'm dangerous and mean
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, I'll drop you to your knees
Well, I'm a runnin' and gunnin'
A little bit crazy
Got half-drunk on the day they made me
I don't know why, I guess it's in my genes
Well, I've got my 4-speed, 2-door Chevy
Driving outta hell
Like Satan's gonna catch me
I don't know why, I guess I'm dangerous and mean
(You better)
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, I'm dangerous and mean
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
Look out, baby, oh, you better watch out
You think that you're so tough
Since you have your trust
And I'm gone, gone, gone
And I'm gone
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Don't you know how you're in control
Since you have your trust
And I'm gone, gone, gone
You're just a little boy
With a new toy
You're just a little boy
Fight like a real man
Real man, real man, real man
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Pistol packin' motherfucker
Fight like a real man
Real man, real man, real man
This song is written and dedicated for G.G Allin
Pt. I
I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time
I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard and dyin hard with my god damn
Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck
I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
Well I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of town
That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always feelin down
Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do
And I'm lookin for a whore gunna fuck her black and blue
My blood is like a poison, always raping you
Til I make you see a side that you never ever knew
Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard
And I'm doin dope and smokin smoke and now I'm stealin cars
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time
I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard and diein young with my god damn
Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face cuz I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck
I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
(And plus the fact that I don't fit into a certain genre, I don't fit in with this band or that band and I don't play this game or that game ya know, I don't kiss the political ass of the music system, I do it my way, above all, any way I feel, with anyone I can get who's willing to come along for the flight)
Pt. II
Well I drink a lot of whiskey and I'm smokin all the time
And I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard
And dyin young with my fists upright
Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cause I don't give a fuck
And I've been beat down and thrown around
And now my friend you're out of luck
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of time
That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always down
Livin fast and lonely and using what I use
And I'm lookin for a whore and I'm gonna fuck her black and blue
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
Well I've done my share of raisin hell ever since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
Well I'm always fuckin drinkin, drinkin myself blind
Drinkin my own blood because I'm above the human kind
Don't give a fuck and I'm always fuckin mad
And don't you ever think about puttin me in your god damn rehab
My blood is like a poison always raping you
It's gonna make you see a side that you never fuckin knew
Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard
And now I'm doin dope smokin smoke
Sometimes I gotta steal me a car
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raisin hell ever since '71
Lookin' back through the years, I saw my anger
There was things that I could not control
Wanderin' through my memories with my darlin'
Now I fall through the door on my own
On my own again, all alone again
Now I see what it's like when your away
On my own again, all alone again
Now I see what it's like I'm away
He was a man, walkin' big and proud
And he was walkin' through a mighty thick crowd
Although we never could understand where this man had been
For as time grew on, he grew weak and thin
As the days rolled on, through the nights
Well, he started drinkin' so much
He was losin' his mind
And as he sits back, he knows that he'll die alone
On my own again, all alone again
Now I see what it's like when your away
On my own again, all alone again
Now I see what it's like I'm away
Well, I had a good friend
He used to shoot a lot of speed
He was wild and cranky and man
He was always in the need
But he always just had to do it
But he always just had to do it
Now he's lying there fucked up
And he cannot breathe
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
Well, I knew a good homey
He used to try to run the streets
He was in a gang and
Had a lot of enemies
But he always never took no shit
He always never took no lip
Now he's lying there fucked up
And he cannot breathe
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
Live it up now, live it up now
Live it up now, live it up now
Live it up now, live it up now
Live it up now
Shoot it up
Smoke it up
Smoke it up
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
'Cause now he's dead
Now he's dead
Dead
Dead
Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin':
It's good to be in your local bar again.
So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud,
Have a damn good time until the show's at an' end.
Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes, I'm tired,
But I'm doin' the best that I can.
So let's have a drink and a glum with Hank,
An' may the outlaws rise again.
Well I'm a son of a son:
I've got a chip of what I've said an' done.
Well, I remember watchin' ol' Waylon,
When he was shootin' his shotgun.
It's a certain kinda livin',
It's a certain kinda style.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.
-Instrumental Break-
Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel,
Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun,
Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music,
On ninety-eight-point-one.
Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone,
Kid Rock don't come from where I come from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank:
If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb.
So let's get real loud:
Let's get stoned and proud.
Pour me another shot of whiskey,
An' this one's for the south.
It's a certain kinda livin',
It's a certain kinda style.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.
Not everybody likes us,
She said she's gonna quit me,
If I didn't quit the booze.
So I just started drinkin' more,
To see if she would really choose.
And I have to hand it to that girl:
She meant every breath.
An' I'm glad she did, 'cause I was about,
To drink myself to death.
Because my drinkin' problem left today.
She packed up all her things and walked away.
Well, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Because my drinkin' problem left today.
-Instrumental Break-
Well, she said I had problems:
Boy, was she ever right?
To keep from goin' home to her,
I'd stay out, drunk, all night.
And I believe that woman left me,
In the nick of time.
If she'd a-stayed much longer,
I'd have drinked up my last dime.
Because my drinkin' problem left today.
She packed up all her things and walked away.
And it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Because my drinkin' problem left today.
Yeah, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Sittin' in the bayou country
Just me and my fishin' line
I raised a lot of hell and I hollered
Sippin' on that Georgia moonshine
Well, I know how to have a damn good time
And I take my shots straight out of the jug
And I like to get pure drunk in that Mississippi mud
Well, let's throw us a little party, baby
I'll call a few friends of mine
We'll dance all night till the sun comes up
And we'll drink our selves completely blind
Then we'll rock on down the line
And I take my shots straight out of the jug
And I like to do a little dance in that Mississippi mud
Well, I was raised by an awful alligator
He taught me how to walk the line
He used to deal cards from the bottom of the deck
But a Tennessee woman took his life
But he sure gave me some damn good advice
And I take my shots straight out of the jug
And I like to get pure drunk in that Mississippi mud
And I take my shots straight out of the jug
Low down, once again
Well I'm strugglin' now
To get by, my friend
It's keepin' me up
Real late at night
I just can't settle down
My honky tonk life
Driftin' around 'bout a half past four
With the blues on my back
And a bottle on the floor
Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down
'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me Low down
Low down
Once again
Well I'm strugglin' now
To get by my friend
It's keepin' me up real late at night
Hell I can't settle down my honky tonk life
Driftin' around 'bout half past four
With the blues on my back
And a bottle on the floor
Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down
'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me lowdown
Low Down
Once again
Well I'm strugglin' now
Well, we were lovin' and huggin'
And kissin' and squeezin'
On a Friday an' Saturday night
Just dancin' and prancin'
And a lotta romancin' and
Boy, did it sure feel right
But now we're cussin' and fussin'
And we can't win nuthin'
Ev'ry Friday an' Saturday night
Now, there's no more dancin'
For this king of romancin'
And it looks like I've lost the fight
Just a little more lovin'
And no more cussin'
Would make me feel alright
How 'bout some lovin' and huggin
And a little bit of rubbin'
On this cold and lonely night
Because I'm lonesome and I'm jonesing
For a little bit of lovin'
And baby, I'm just your type
And now, there's no more dancin'
For this king of romancin'
And it looks like I've lost the fight
Well, now my sweet little, baby
Done got plum crazy
And she's lookin' to start a fight
And she's cussin' and fussin'
Talkin' 'bout her cousin
Walkin' around with a forty-five
And she's a tough one and a fun one
Who can sure give a good one
If you ever get to spend the night
She's a sexy, honey-baby
Who's just plum crazy
With them wild and crazy eyes
Ah, well, we were lovin' and huggin'
And kissin' and squeezin'
On a Friday an' Saturday night
Just dancin' and prancin'
And a lotta romancin' and
Boy, did it sure feel right
But now we're cussin' and fussin'
And we can't win nuthin'
Ev'ry Friday an' Saturday night
And now, there's no more dancin'
For this king of romancin'
I got the Louisiana Stripes,
and their always chainin' me down
I'm in debt for 99 years for shootin my wife to the ground
Well she had to love my friend,
and thats not right with me
So I grabbed my gun, shot both in the head and then I threw their ass in the creek
Now I'm doin my time, in this Louisiana Pen
Thinkin about maybe bein free on the day that I'm a dead man
-Instrumental Break-
Well it took some time getting used to,
being locked in this prison cell
But I always hum those tunes of George Jones to help me through my days of hell
I've done me 25 years,
and thats alright with me
Cause I got me a lot of damn good friends in this Louisiana penitentiary
Now I'm doin my time, in this Louisiana Pen
Thinkin about maybe bein free on the day I'll be walkin to feel
that fire of the Loui-si-an-a Pen-i-ten-tia-ry
(Spanish)
"At 2:59 AM"
"This is Houston calling, we just wanted to say Hello, Hello,
I've lost in Oklahoma.
I've been busted and thrown in jail,
And I didn't have no mama to try to pay my bail.
Yeah I know about losing, cause I've lost all I've had,
but I guess that's the price you'd pay when you're on
heartbreak's edge.
Down in Arizona, I felt hell on me
And I've lost me some damn good friends
who gave their life to speed.
One day I might find out what is all about,
but until then I'll just drink some more
until I figure it out.
On the run driftin' alone
like a dog without a home
on the run, driftin' alone
doin' time, running on call???
I know about losing, cause I've lost all I've had,
and I did my best to make folks think that I was really
worse than bad
Being tattoed as trouble helped me out in New Orleans
but the price I had to pay for that was love and
misery.
On the run driftin' alone
Like a dog without a home
On the run, driftin' alone
Doin' time, running on call???
Doin' time, driftin' alone
Runnin for the mountains
Yeah I got a heavy load thats been hauntin' my day
Fightin' my own demons
Seems like its getting a lot harder these days
But I'm doin' what I can runnin' from my crazy ways
Tattooed and branded, shootin' down fame, don' it my own
Livin' like and outlaw, lovin' all the pain and the hard
times comin' my way
No I'm not losin' myself to the changin' ways of today
Busted and held for ransome
Yeah I've don my time gettin' beat by the man
Drifin' stoned and lonesome
Yeah I know how to get by the best that I can
Yeah I'm lookin' for a mountain to wash my dirty hands
Yeah I'm lookin' for a mountain that I wanna call home
Yeah I'm lookin' for a mountain, a place to rest my bones
and I just wanna breath that mountain air til I'm gone
Runnin' on empty, I been speedin' so hard my eyes are
turnin' gray
Feelin' mean and shaky from all the hellraisin' I've done
for today
Now I'm headin' down south tryin to find a better way
Yeah I'm lookin' for a mountain that I wanna call home
Yeah I'm lookin' for a mountain a place to rest my bones
Yeah I know I been ridin high and that made mama cry
cause I been busted my whole damn life
I been busted my whole damn life
I been busted....yeah I know how to run, I know how to
I'm all messed up in Texas,
and I'm lookin' for a damn good time.
Well all my friends in Texas,
well they've already lost their minds.
Coz' I've been drunk for 30 days
and I don't care if I die.
And I'm druggin' fast and hard,
and that's the way I spend my time.
And I don't need no one tryin' to tell me how to live my,
Own no good life.
My own HellBilly ride.
(chorus)
Well these Looong long long long hauls.
And those Clooose close close calls.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
(instrumental break)
Coz' I've been drunk for 30 days
and I don't care if I die.
And I'm druggin' fast and hard,
and that's the way I spend my time.
And I don't need no one tryin' to tell me how to live my,
Own no good life.
My own HellBilly ride.
(chorus)
Well these Looong long long long hauls.
And those Clooose close close calls.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
Coz' the Devil is my friend.
I don't need nobody
To call me on the phone
I don't need no company
I'd rather be alone
I'm just happy by myself
Herebeing blue
I'm not lonely,
I'm just lonesome for you
When my friends come,
I don't care if they stay
When they talk to me,
I don't care what they say
You're still gone so darlin'
There ain't nothing new
I'm not lonely,
I'm just lonesome for you
I'll just be lonesome
Without you here
'cause there ain't no one
I love like you dear
Thinkin' of you
Is all I ever do
I'm not lonely,
I'm just lonesome for you
Any comfort I find
These days is small
Everybody tries
But nothing helps at all
They'd just give up
Before they started if they knew
That I'm not lonely,
I'm just lonesome for you
I'll just be lonesome
Without you here
'cause there ain't no one
I love like you dear
Thinkin' of you
Is all I ever do
I'm not lonely,
I'm just lonesome for you
I'm not lonely,
Way down in West Virginia,
There are some people who are one of a kind.
They don't need nothin' from nobody,
'Cause they're already doin' fine.
You got Hasil Adkins hunchin',
An' Mamie's raisin' hell.
The legend of D Ray White,
Will never die like a rebel yell.
An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes.
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still hunchin' out them
Boone county blues.
(Boone county blues.)
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's done some time in jail.
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.
-Instrumental break-
Birdie May White, she's the strongest woman,
That I've ever met in my life.
She raised over twenty-four of her own,
An' had to watch her husband die.
She's always fightin' hard,
An' livin' off the land.
When she's done livin' in this world,
You know, the Lord's gonna take her by her hand.
An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes.
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still hunchin' out them
Boone county blues.
(Boone county blues.)
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's still raisin' hell.
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.
My mind is breakin', can you feel the heat?
My boots are burning, when they hit the street
Good morning whiskey
Good morning night
The end of the world is in my sight
Coming out from the other side
If you know me you must have died
-Chorus-
Karmageddon
Karmageddon
Bringing Karmageddon on it's way
The world goes round
Too fast to see
The killing here
Well it gets waist deep
Good morning captain
The scout will say
The end of the world's gonna come today
I reach way back, with an Indian guide
The battle i saw, I must have died
-Chorus-
Karma coming round like a raging flame
I look like Abel, but I'm raising Cain
War and money burning all the time
What's going down is coming round
Karmageddon's bound
-Chorus-
Traveling back, on a spirit ride
It's going down, the captain cried
I was raised by myself down in Arkansas
My family had some rich folks' but they'd never call
If they wanna be that way, well that's fine with me
'Cause I ain't got a thing to say to a man filled with greed
Well, if you can't even help your own
Well, my friend one day you're gonna be all alone
Well, I'm real down to earth and I know just how it hurts
To be in a bind, just tryin' to stay alive
Well, I can drink and I can cuss and I can be pretty doggone tough
I like to stay up all night just to see that big sun rise and light up my life
You better keep your eyes on what's goin' on
With the government today 'cause there doin' us wrong
They took the farm away from my poor grand dad
And I never will forgive them for doin' that
Well, if you can't even help your own
Well, my friend one day you're gonna be all alone
Well, if you can't even help your own
Sittin' up all night trying to have a good time
Singing my songs and trying to get paid
I've been roughed up beat up I
I've been cut I got a tattoo at a tender age
Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck
With a few friends and a can of mace
Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride
Raised a lot of hell in my younger days
Hey, I can't help what I say
I could be right, I could be wrong
It just might hurt but it makes me strong
If the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it
Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long
Yeah, it's a hard road to choose being good and paying dues
But that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long
Running hard, running free, never gonna catch me
Driving too fast on a black top road
Loaded up, hammered back I'll smack you with my tire jack
You better walk away before I carry you home
Passing my pig sty sleeping where the dogs lie
Anywhere I go is where I call my home
Been stoned, been straight, been to hell and heavens gate
I got thrown out when they said I didn't belong
Hey, I just keep movin' on
I could be right, I could be wrong
It just might hurt but it makes me strong
Well, if the shoe fits, wear it and if the truth hurts, bear it
Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long
Yeah, it's a hard road to choose, being good and paying dues
But that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long
well i wish i knew what i could say or do
that would give me another chance with you
well i was mean as i could be but i wish that you could see
i never meant for you to end up hating me
yeah i wish i knew, i still had you that i wish i knew
hell i wish i knew, that we weren't through i wish i knew
well you dont talk to me no more, ever since you left my door
and its killing me each time i hear that old train roar
well i know you're not at home and i'm still holding on
but every day i'm stuck singing this same old song
yeah i wish i knew, i still had you that, i wish i knew
hell i wish i knew, that we weren't through, i wish i knew
how i wish i knew, that i still had you
how i wish i knew, that we weren't through
how i wish i knew, that i still had you
Well, hey there, mister man
What's that you say?
Well, you don't like our style
And you say that we're out of date
With a little bit of Hellbilly country music
A little bit of Hellbilly country music
A little bit of Hellbilly coming your way
I'm a little Hellbilly
I'm a little Hellbilly
Well is raised on a farm
And I drive my truck
And I milk them cows
And I don't give a fuck
Drink my wine
Nine to five
Catch catfish
And I like to fight
I'm a little Hellbilly
I'm a little Hellbilly
Well, I'm doing my time
And I drive my truck
And I don't give a fuck
When I'm stuck in the mud
Drink my beers
Raise my steers
I like country music
And I love Webb Pierce
I'm a little Hellbilly
Well, I'm cruisin' all alone
Just a singing my poor song
I've seen them hard hard times
But that's my kind of life
I like it most the time
When I'm drunk and feeling high
Sometimes it gets me down
Makes me feel I'm unwound
And I know it's hard
When you're all alone
And you don't wanna live
And you've got that gun
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Well, I'm cruisin' all alone
Just a singing my poor song
I've seen them hard hard times
But that's my kind of life
I like it most the time
When I'm drunk and feeling high
Sometimes it gets me down
Makes me feel I'm unwound
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
i'm not sure if every little word is correct, but 98%
hope you guys are enjoying the new c.d. as much as i am
yeah i'm rolling down that texas line to see that bar
room gill(??)
it's time to get fired up and mean and drinking time my
friends
i know someones going down thats the rumor i hear on
the street
i'll take my gas and put it on my ass cause i'm a wild
f**k from tennessee
well i dont give a f**k no more cause paws on trucker
speed
i done me 20 years a riding these lines and I still got
40 in me
i'll never give in, i love it out here cause i'm
dealing with the devil you see
i'm riding this hate train every f**king mile and i'm
never gonna run outta steam
oh wow wow wow wow, wow wow etc. etc.
yeah damn right you better watch your ass when you're
dealing with a rebel like me
that's right i'm a son of a son of a b***h and that
makes me hank III
well i'm goin down i dont need noone to be there next
to me
i'm doing time on this ole hate line and i'm never
gonna run outta steam
yeah i'm rolling down that texas line to see that bar
room gift
it's time to get fired up and mean and drinking time my
friends
yeah i know someones going down thats the rumor i hear
on the street
i'll take my gas and put it on my ass cause i'm a wild
f**k from tennessee
and i'll take my gas and put it on my ass cause i'm a
Livin' on a bloody street
Watch the bullets fly by me
as you get your drugs for your disease
Livin' on a bloody street
Watch the bullets fly by me
as you get your drugs for your disease
Hangin out on the bad side of town
No one likes us 'cause were fuckin' proud - yeah
Feel that hatred deep inside your bones
Better start a runnin' if your gonna get down with it
We dont need another kiss-ass full of bullshit
Better start a runnin' if your gonna get down with it
'cause were hard
We don't need another kiss-ass full of bullshit
or ya just might end up with a busted lip
Better see a doctor make sure your down with it
in your fuckin' heart
Is it in your fuckin' heart?
Why why why
Why why why
Where I grew up
you stupid punk
Where you threw up
'cause you were so scared
Where I grew up
you stupid punk
Where you threw up
'cause you were so scared
Where I grew up
you stupid punk
Where you threw up
'cause you were so scared
Got another busted lip
livin' in the gravel pit
The more hate that I feel for you will help me knock
you the fuck out
you the fuck out
you the fuck out
Know your power when you're livin' on a bloody street
Watch the bullets fly right by me
My blood is tuff from the gravel...
My blood is tuff from the gravel...
Come on, come on, come on and get me
Get another kick right to the knee
My blood is tuff from the gravel pit
Yeah, we'll always stick together -
'cause were hard
Fighting like a bunch of pitbulls -
in your yard
Livin' in the gravel pit
Livin' on a bloody street
Watch the bullets fly by me
as you get your drugs for your disease
Livin' on a bloody street
Watch the bullets fly by me
Well down the Mississippi highway
into New Orleans
I said everything is going ok
I got my hillbilly ride
and my gal by my side
and we're doing it all the way
We're just a cruising around
from town to town
and we're doing what we like to do
And if you don't like
our hillbilly sound
then hey man, go fuck you
I say hey man,
can't you hear what I'm trying to say?
Well I like to get back
by the railroad tracks
and wait for that lonely train
I say hey man,
can't you hear what I'm trying to say?
We're just some hillbilly jokers
who might be some tokers
and we're doing it all the way
Well I'm a little bit crazy
on the rowdy side
and that's ok with me
Because I smoke my weed
and I drink my wine,
and I'm doing it every day
They just don't understand
we're just having fun
doing it like they used to do
And if you don't like
our hillbilly sound
then hey man, go fuck you
I say hey man,
can't you hear what I'm trying to say?
Well I like to get back
by the railroad tracks
and wait for that lonely train
I say hey man,
can't you hear what I'm trying to say?
We're just some hillbilly jokers
who might be some tokers
Call me a pretty boy, they call me a saint
They call me a sinner, well it's gonna be the same
'cause I'm not afraid, and I'm not a-feared
I ain't gonna lose it, and I'm not scared
To do the fearless boogie, and do the fearless boogie
Smokin' fearless boogie until it's gone
They call me a Pontiac, the red in my neck
Well they call me a Cadillac - they call me a wreck
I'm not afraid, and I'm not scared
I ain't gonna lose it, and I'm not a-feared
To do the fearless boogie, and do the fearless boogie
Smokin' fearless boogie until it's gone
They call me a lover
They call me a fool
They call me a winner
The call me a mule
I do the fearless boogie - I do the fearless boogie
Smokin' fearless boogie until it's gone
Yeah, smoke it up boys
It's all about the fearless boogie
Good God - good God almighty
Good God - good God almighty
Well I'm sittin' here drinkin' over mama.
Well I just can't believe that she is gone.
But I never did think mama would leave us,
to fend for ourselves on our own.
Well now paw, he can't hardly understand it,
'cause he never did treat our mama wrong.
But I guess that mama never told him
she started smokin' crack
at the age of sixty one.
And it's been years, since we've seen our mama
even though I heard some stories about her nights.
And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us,
that mama got killed by her damn crack pipe.
Well I'm gonna have to find paw a good woman,
cause he's startin' to look just like a bag of bones.
She's gonna have to clean all those shotguns
and skin those critters we bring home.
And it's been years, since we've seen our mama
even though I heard some stories about her nights.
And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us,
that mama got killed by her damn crack pipe.
Well, some say, I'm not country
And that's just fine with me
'Cause I don't wanna be country
With some faggot looking over at me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
That I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
You'll know that pop country really sucks
So I'm here to put the dick in Dixie
And the cunt back in country
'Cause the kind of country, I hear now days
Is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
You'll know that pop country really sucks
Well, we're losing all the outlaws
That had to stand their ground
And they're being replaced by these kids
From a manufactured town
And they don't have no idea
About sorrow and woe
'Cause they're all just too damn busy
Kissin' ass on Music Row
So I'm here to put the dick in Dixie
And the cunt back in country
'Cause the kind of country, I hear nowadays
Is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
And they say that I'm ill-mannered
That I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
You'll know that pop country really sucks
And if you know what I'm thinkin'
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly
I got to love one man 'til I die
Can't help loving that man of mine
Maybe he's lazy, maybe he's slow
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I know
Can't help loving that man of mine
And when he's away, that's a rainy day
But when he's back, the day is fine, the sun will shine
He can stay out as long as can be
For without him, ain't no home for me
Can't help loving that man of mine
Show me
Oh, fish got to swim, birds got to fly
I got to love one man 'til I die
Can't help loving that man of mine
Hey, maybe he's crazy, maybe he's slow
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I know
Can't help loving that man of mine
And when he's away, that's a rainy day
But when he's back, the day is fine, the sun will shine
He can stay out as long as can be
For without him, ain't no home for me
Can't help loving that man of mine
Can't help loving, loving that man of mine, yeah
Can't help, help, help
Loving that man, man, man, man of mine, mine, mine
Way down in West Virginia
There's some people who are one of a kind
They don't need nothin' from nobody
Cause there already doin' fine
You got Hasil Adkins hunchin'
And Maime's raisin' hell
The legend of D. Ray White
Will never die like a rebel yell
And ole' Jesco's dancin' in his daddy's shoes
Ya ole' Hasil's still hunchin' out them Boone County blues
And ole' Maime shes done some time in jail
The legend of D Ray White
Will never die like a rebel yell
Bertie Mae white shes the strongest woman that I've ever met in my life
She raised over 24 of her own and had to watch her husband die
She's always fightin' hard and livin' off the land
When she's done livin' in this world you know the lord's gonna take her by her hand
And ole' Jesco's dancin' in his daddy's shoes
Ya ole' Hasil's still hunchin' out them Boone County blues
And Maime you know she's still raisin' hell
The legend of D Ray White
Will never die like a rebel yell
Yeah the legend of D Ray White
I'll kill again, rape you indeed(?)
Always a job, for what I need
Don't think you're smart ???
When I hear you I'll come to you
When I cut you what will you do
No one will look into my eyes
'cause no one will cut the cutthroat man
I'm not ashamed of what I've done
Just like a dog, I'm on the run
Doing my time with a loaded gun
Do you know that I'm the only one
When I hit you, I'll go through you
When I cut you, what will you do
No one will look into my eyes
'cause no one will cut me
'Cause I am the cutthroat man
Bring it on
Bring it on
You can't kill me cause I'm the cut throat man
The mighty warrior
Fuck your lover
Kill your sister
Rape your mother
Fight your father
Fuck your lover
Kill your sister
Well, oh what a feeling
That burns down low
When you ain't got no where to turn
Or no where to go
It makes me feel like sometimes
I'm outta control
So, I'm gonna get wasted
With all my country heroes
And I'm drinkin' some George Jones
And a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
And Waylon's keepin' me from home
Hank's givin' me those high times
Cash is gonna sing it low
And I'm here gettin' wasted
Just like my country heroes
Hey, I'm drinkin' that whiskey
Out of that glass
And if that ain't country
Well boys, you can kiss my ass
'Cause I wanna hear them old songs
Nothin' of the new
'Cause this might be the last time
I'm gonna see you
So, I'm drinkin' some George Jones
And a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
And Waylon's keepin' me from home
Hank's givin' me those high times
Cash is gonna sing it low
And I'm here gettin' wasted
Just like my country heroes
I'm gettin' wasted
With all my country heroes
I'm gettin' wasted
Early one mornin' while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next morning and I grabbed my gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
I laid in the hot joint, takin' the pill
In walked the Sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, ?Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down?
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
I shot her down 'cause she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested, I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
I had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my doddered carcass in that county jail
The next morning 'bout a half past nine
I spied a Sheriff comin' down the line
He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat
He said, ?Come on you dirty hack, to the district court?
I entered the courtroom and my trial began
Where I was held by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that dirty judge commence to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read ?In the first degree"
I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me?
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen
?Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State Pen?
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen up to me
?Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be?
Out of breath - I can't breathe in
Choking hard when I inhale in
Pouring drinks with a broke hand
Now I'm up in your face again
When I fuck I don't want to
When I drink I just want to - kill
When I smoke I don't get high
Maybe I should just fucking chill
CHOKING GESTURE (can't breathe in) x4
Out of breath - I can't breathe in
Choking hard when I inhale in
Pouring drinks with a broke hand
Now I'm up in your face again
When I fuck I don't want to
When I drink I just want to - kill
When I smoke I don't get high
Maybe I should just fucking chill
CHOKING GESTURE (can't breathe in) x4
Feeling black lung as you're choking on your blood
again
CHOKING - Pour me a drink and I need it right now
COUGHING - I'm coughing up blood and I can't keep it
down
CHOKING - Pour me a drink and I need it right now
COUGHING - I'm coughing up blood and I can't keep it
down
Wretch it up from deep within(?)
Always living on until the end
I can't give up my hell
I am always living for myself
Choking on my marijuana
Choking on my marijuana
Cho-ch-choking on
Cho-ch-choking on
Cho-ch-choking on
Cho-ch-choking on
Cho-ch-choking on
Cho-ch-choking on
CHOKING ON... MARIJUANA - MARIJUANA
Addicted to your problems
'cause you never can feel bad
and you never will
and you must die alone!
Out of breath and I can't breathe; out of breath and -
Out of breath and I can't breathe; out of breath and -
Out of breath and I can't breathe; out of breath and -
Out of breath and I can't breathe;
Well I'm A Candidate for suicide the more that I get old, I'm A candidate for suicide the drugs have taken their toll, I'm A candidate for suicide I was raped at 8 years old, Well I'm A candidate for suicide cause im a cheap liar and a whore.
(CHORUS)Well I've been busted up and beaten down no self esteem to make me proud Anti-social depressed and Cursed well I hope I feel better when I'm riding in that Hurst and all my emotions have left me and I no longer hurt(CHORUS)
Well I'm A candidate for suicide cause im burned out from too far gone
Well I'm A candidate for suicide no matter what I do it seems wrong
Well I'm A candidate for suicide cause I hurt the ones I love
I've been up all night and I can't sleep
I've been thinkin' about You and I can't eat
I tried to go outside but it started to rain
And I'm sittin' here in tears, callin' Your name
Callin' Your name, oh Lord, I need You now
I didn't know how far, I was driftin' out
And it's been so hard livin' all alone
I need You this time, Lord, please can You give me a home
It's been so hard these last few years without You
I've been wild and I didn't have a care
And I've caused myself so much sorrow
So I'm callin' this time, can I be saved
Callin' Your name, oh Lord, I need You now
I didn't know how far, I was driftin' out
And it's been so hard livin' all alone
I need You this time, Lord, please can You give me a home
Well, I'm broke, lovesick and driftin'
And I've done a lot of hard, hard livin'
Livin' on the road and seein' how it goes
I grew up fast and it shows
'Cause livin' the nightlife is where I belong
And drinkin' with the drunks who don't want to go home
And it's hard, it's rough but I can't quite get enough
Oh, I'm doin' the best that I can
Well, I'm broke, lovesick and driftin'
And I've had my share of good women
I once had a good home, a wife to call my own
But now I'm here drunk and alone
'Cause livin' the nightlife is where I belong
And drinkin' with the drunks who don't want to go home
And it's hard, it's rough but I can't quite get enough
Well I'm Broke, Lovesick and Driftin'.
And I've done a lot of hard hard livin'.
Livin' on the road, and seein' how it goes,
I grew up fast and it shows.
(Chorus)
Coz' livin' the night life, is where I belong.
And drinkin' with the drunks, who don't want to go home.
And it's hard, its rough, but I cant quite get numb, though I'm doin the best that i can.
Well I'm Broke, Lovesick and Driftin'.
And I've have my shave of good livin'.
I once had a good home.
A wife to call my own.
but now I'm here drunk and alone.
Well they blew up the chicken man
In Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin'
Ready for a fight,
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in
From outta state,
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble
Out on the promenade and the
Gamblin' commission's hangin'
On by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to
Put my money away,
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had,
From the Central Trust,
And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
[Chorus]
Now our luck may have died,
And our love may be cold,
But with you forever, I'll stay
Now I been lookin' for a job,
But it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Honey, last night,
I met this guy,
And I'm gonna do a favor for him.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies
Someday, comes back
Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on.
And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone.
We keep gettin' further than closer, day by day.
And if you ever need someone to help you, don't ever call my way.
'Cause Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day.
The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay.
I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true.
But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.
-Instrumental break-
My poor heart broke the day you said goodbye:
I cried an' tried to drink myself nearly dry.
Bein' alone is a pain that's hard to .....
When I'm lyin' here thinkin' of all the good times with you.
And Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day.
The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay.
Oh, I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true.
But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.
Well, I caught you with him
On those damp satin sheets
So I packed my things
And then I hit the streets
87 southbound
To San Antone
It's getting late out
I ain't got no home
The pavement's burning at 92
I don't need to hear no more excuses
That I don't love you
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
And it's hotter than hell
And if I'm lucky I'll catch a ride
But you can never tell
I'd rather be here with the bugs and flies
Than back there hearing your alibis
Heard all that, I'm gonna hear you say
I'm gonna take my pride and go the other way
87 southbound
To San Antone
It's getting late out
I'm forty miles from home
The rain keeps falling
Like the tears in my eyes
I'm just trying to wash away
The hurt from all your lies
Lightning streaks
Across the evening sky
And if I'm lucky I'll make it big
Or lay right down and die
I know when the morning comes
I'm gonna be a walking son of a gun
And afternoon comes rolling around
I'll have ten more miles and one more town
87 southbound
To San Antone
It's getting late out
I ain't got no home
The pavement's burning
At a hundred and two
I don't need to hear no more excuses
That I don't love you
I don't need to hear no more excuses
Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi
And I'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done
So I've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
And I ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line
And I ain't got no more worries on my mind
Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi
And I'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done
So I've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
Well, my worn out jeans didn't fit no more
Had long hair on my back
I guess that's not the best 'pearance
To that judge in black
So he picked up his pen and he put me away
For a little stretch of time
I said, "7 long months, 39 days and never did a crime"
I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
And I ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line
And I ain't got no more worries on my mind
Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi
And I'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done
So I've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
Livin' alone,
singin' my songs.
Thinkin' bout' the good times,
when you were my own.
Lady taught me how to hurt and cry.
And each day I'm not with you I die more inside.
Honey, sweet lady.
why did you go?
and leave me here dieing here alone in my world.
Its all gone wrong.
Since you've been gone.
(chorus)
So give me 5 shots of whiskey to help kill the missery,
and pain, you put me through.
Thanks for the good times, for they were the best of my life,
I spent with you.
now what can i do?/ I still love you.
Walkin' on broadway not havin' a care.
I see you with and your new guy who's strokin' your hair.
I can't keep stayin' here in my hometown.
Got get on with my life somehow.
It's all gone wrong.
Since You've been gone.
3 shades of black is where I come from.
Depression, Missery, and Hellacious fun.
No we're not the kind to turn our backs and run
coz 3 shades of black is where we come from.
We are a certain breed and we dont like you.
Some are junkies some are freaks and others are everyday ghouls.
No one will ever know what we've been through
and we are proud in the light of the moon.
(Chorus)
3 shades of black
3 shades of black
We all like metal and Whiskey!
Livin' Hard and chasin' down Hell.
We'll never give up on what we have because the darkness gives us our thrills.
Yeaaaaaaaahhhh! Yeeeeeaaaaahyeaaaaaaaah!
3 shades of black is where I come from.
I was born in the sacrafice when I was young.
3 shades of black is what makes us strong,
and we all wear it like a uniform of chosen ones.
(Chorus)
3 shades of black.
3 shades of black.
3 shades of black.
We all like metal and Whiskey!
Livin' hard and chasin' down Hell.
We'll never give up on what we have because the darkness gives us our thrills.
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk once again
Feeling bad, all alone
Since you left me on my own
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk again
I had a real good wife
Until she took her life
And she left me all alone
And I don't think I can go on
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk again
I'm drunk again
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine
All them cats is sippin' that wine
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
Pass that bottle to me
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Knockin' out windows, kickin' down doors
Drinkin' a half-gallon and askin' for more
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
Pass that bottle to me
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine
All them cats is sippin' that wine
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night
Drinkin' wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
(drinkin' wine)
wine spodee-o, drinkin' wine
Pass that bottle to me
Wine, wine, wine
(Blackberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Raspberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Huckleberry)
Wine, wine, wine
(Wild Cherry)
Wine, wine, wine
Pass that bottle to me
Rockin' through another day of feelin' so fine
I got another piece of love and now I'm doin' white
Who's that girl that's trying to go to see my favorite show
Rock it with some homies maybe score a little blow
Don't you wanna rock me baby, need another line
Don't you wanna suck my dick and make me feel so fine
Don't you wanna fuck me baby when I'm in your town
Don't you wanna do it baby, 'till the sun goes down
Doing what I do - I do, I like it with my boys
My drinkin', druggin', ladies always like to use the toys
We stop off on the eastside at another liquor store
I rock it to the strip club where my homey works the door
Don't you wanna rock me baby, need another line
Don't you wanna suck my dick and make me feel so fine
Don't you wanna fuck me baby when I'm in your town
Don't you wanna do it baby, 'till the sun goes down
The sun comes up, but I won't go down
I been real high up and I've hit the ground
Memories of the past race through my mind
Just like that train on that old track of life
The sun comes up, but I won't go down
I'm too far gone to start turning around
Well there's no more good times - it's all gone bad
ever since the day I lost the best friend I ever had
The pain began the day she left me
I've made a new friend called misery
So I started drinking to help ease my mind
but it don't seem to keep these tears from my eyes
The sun comes up, but I won't go down
I'm too far gone to start turning around
Well theres no more good times - it's all gone bad
ever since the day I lost the best friend that I ever had
Ever since the day I lost the best friend that I ever had
Well, I've been awake for eight days straight:
Well, it must've been them pills I took.
I been twitchin' an' turnin' an' seein' visions:
It must've been them pills I took.
Well, I don't know if it were an' I don't know where I got 'em,
But they sure did make me feel good.
They kept my heart from feelin' blue,
An' kept my thoughts away from you.
Well, there's blood on the carpet an' holes in the walls:
Well, it must've been them pills I took.
Yeah, the mirrors are all busted an' someone's cryin':
It must've been them pills I took.
-Instrumental Break-
I've lied an' I've stole an' I ain't fuckin' jokin':
It must've been them pills I took.
Yeah, the mirrors are all busted an' someone's cryin':
It must've been them pills I took.
I still don't know if it were an' I don't know where I got 'em,
But they sure did make me feel good.
They kept my heart from feelin' blue,
An' kept my thoughts away from you.
"Doctor Forrest, dial 118, please."
"He's in a ward."
Well, my hat's done worn out, my boots are bad
I ain't got a gun but I wish I had
And I'm down in a one horse town
My gal done left me the other day
Said, I didn't bring home enough of that pay
And I'm down in a one horse town
But I'm doin' fine, I'm doin' okay
I think I might get by just one more day
Well, when you get low down, you got nothin' to lose
All you can do is start singin' the blues
When you're down in a one horse town
I drank on Tuesday, until I fell down
I woke up on Wednesday and you weren't around
And I'm down in a one horse town
But I'm doin' fine, I'm doin' okay
Well, I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can
Well, I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can
'Cause I'm a drinkin', smokin'
Nighttime ramblin' kinda man
Well, I'm gonna do some smokin'
I'm gonna smoke all that good stuff that I can
Well, I'm gonna do some tokin'
I'm gonna smoke all that best stuff across this land
'Cause I'm a drinkin', smokin'
Nighttime ramblin' kinda man
Well, I'm gonna do some raisin'
I'm gonna raise all that hell that I can
Then I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna be the loudest man in this damn band
'Cause I'm a drinkin', smokin'
Nighttime ramblin' kinda man
Well, I'm a drinkin', smokin'
I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, oh lord
And then I jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I had me a woman who couldn't be true
She made me for my money and she made me blue
A man needs a woman that he can lean on
But my leaning post has done left and gone
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice
And when I find me that river, Lord I'm gonna pay the price, oh lord
I'm going down in it three times, but Lord I'm only coming up twice
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
She told me on Sunday she was checking me out
Long about Monday she was nowhere about
And here it is Tuesday, ain't had no news
I got them gone but not forgotten blues
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
Well, I'm runnin' down the road about a hundred and five
Don't care if I live, I just wanna die
Searching for a gal who wants to keep me alive
Satan's in the backseat givin' me advice again
Livin' a life of sin
Well, the highways are rocking with our hillbilly sound
Tryin' to show these people how we like to get down
Searching through the crowd for another drunken round
Satan's in the backseat givin' me advice again
Livin' a life of sin
(You're going straight to hell, motherfucker)
Well, the highways are rocking with our hillbilly sound
Tryin' to show these people how we like to get down
Searching through the crowd for another drunken round
Satan's in the backseat givin' me advice again
Livin' a life of sin
I might get drunk and rob a bank
Shoot my car if it don't crank
Try to raise a little Cain
Mess the walls up with some paint
Might even join a rodeo
Ride my horse to Buffalo
Change my name to Bill
I don't think I ever will
But I can't promise you I won't
Some people do, some people don't
Some people win, some people lose
Some people never get to choose
All you can do is the best you can
And hope things work out like you plan
I plan to stay, but I might go
I can't say 'cause I don't know
I might become the president
And tell the world I'm heaven sent
Take up drinking cold iced tea
Quit watching women and TV
Might even smoke those cigarettes
Play my guitar like Dickey Betts
Get in miss Shania's pants
I don't think I've got a chance
But I ain't sayin' I won't try
To do it all before I die
I just might win, but if I lose
Well, I'll just blame it on the booze
'Cause I'm just doin' the best I can
And I hope ya understand
I plan to stay, but I might go
gotta buy my paw a truck
cause he got totally too fucked up
He got so drunk he got in a fight
and then he stole my redneck ride
I gotta buy my paw a truck
cause he got totally too fucked up
He got so drunk he got in a fight
and then he stole my redneck ride
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
I gotta buy my paw a truck
cause he got totally too fucked up
I gotta buy my paw a truck
cause he got totally too fucked up
He got so drunk he got in a fight
and then he stole my redneck ride
I gotta buy my paw a truck
cause he got totally too fucked up
He got so drunk he got in a fight
and then he stole my redneck ride
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Gotta buy my paw a truck
Well, I was rollin' by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee
and I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth
and I was trippin' on some acid a latino gave to me
Hey, I was smokin' morphine 'til it knocked me off my feet
Then I scored some "H" from my old Uncle Pete
now I'm startin' to feel like I might've ODed
On an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
and I love gettin' high - hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state
Somehow I made it up to Texas with a carload full of grass
and I'm seeing all these pigs who wanna bust my ass
and I'm always livin' hard - always smokin' weed
now I'm hangin' out in Texas drinkin' mushroom tea
and I'm fucked up on the floor - think I know why,
must've been some of that Boone county moonshine
and an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
and I love gettin' high - hate bein' low
and I'm always about stayin' on this road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state
I tried to get up off the floor, tried to get myself in line
'cause the ceiling's talkin' to me, and the pisser's flushin' fire
That's why they call me 'full throttle' - I like a good time
it all started at a bar with a friend of mine
Had to hook me up - he said he'd blow my mind
I've been up for four days so cut me out another line
of an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
I love bein' high - hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin to get paid
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I'll kill again, rape you indeed(?)
Always a job, for what I need
Don't think you're smart ???
When I hear you I'll come to you
When I cut you what will you do
No one will look into my eyes
'cause no one will cut the cutthroat man
I'm not ashamed of what I've done
Just like a dog, I'm on the run
Doing my time with a loaded gun
Do you know that I'm the only one
When I hit you, I'll go through you
When I cut you, what will you do
No one will look into my eyes
'cause no one will cut me
'Cause I am the cutthroat man
Bring it on
Bring it on
You can't kill me cause I'm the cut throat man
The mighty warrior
Fuck your lover
Kill your sister
Rape your mother
Fight your father
Fuck your lover
Kill your sister
Rape your mother
I used to have a nice life, I used to live by the right
But I've strayed from the good side of the Lord
And I flirted with the Devil and he dealt me a card
And he told me that you will never win
And he told me that I was his best friend
I had nothing to go home too
So I sold my soul to the Devil, now I'm blue
I never thought it could be this bad
Hurtin' like this, oh, it's killin' me bad
And now I'm stuck in a life of pain
And I got the Devil takin' me away
And he told me that you will never win
And he told me that I was his only friend
I had nothing to go home too
So I sold my soul to the Devil, now I'm blue
Well the bottles getting lower again my friend
And hard times are trying it's best to get in
The bottles getting lower again my friend
So do yourself a shot and lets start to sin
The bottles getting lower again my friend
And do yourself a shot and lets start to win
The bottles getting lower again my friend
So lets light up a smoke and live hard till the end
And i'm doing right and you can do me wrong
Look out darling cause you know i'm c*ck strong
You can do me right and i'll do you wrong
Look out darling cause i'm showing you the rebel within
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
The more i try to keep on headin down, it makes me feel
like i've lost everything i've owned
maybe it was all the hell i raised, or that fifth of
whiskey that I drank for days
Was it cause I don't fit in, or maybe it was cause I
had the devil as a friend
Now I know I never made momma proud, lets light up a
smoke and we'll shoot it down
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, I'm showing you the rebel within
The more I try to do right, it just seems wrong
I guess that's the curse of livin' out my songs
Born of bad blood since day number one
Hell I was born soft? and a loaded gun
The life I live has always been fast as can be
And i never let the hard times make me weak
the bottles gettin' lower again my friend again
so lets light up a smoke and live hard to the end
And i'm doing right while you're doing wrong
Look out darlin' cause you know i'm c*ck strong
You can do me right and i'll do you wrong
Look out darlin' cause i'm showing you the rebel within
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f**k, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
The rebel within (i'm showing you), the rebel within
well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
did you know hank williams aint a member but they keep him outside thier door
hell they never really want johnny cash back in 74
say the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
well they were nervous about ole waylon cause he had a crooked smile
for many many years they never wanted bosibus cause he was to god damn loud
do really think they ever wanted johnny paycheck hangin around
hell was there to uptight wild the real rebels like to get down
to most people listenin to this i might seem like im talkin shit
but if you look behind the seens of whos pullin the strings well god damn it will make you sick
hank williams still aint reenstated and i'll tell ya thats fucking bull shit
and the king jimmy martin if he were still here he'd tell em all to suck his dick
well they were nervous about ole waylon cause he had a crooked smile
for many many years they never wanted bosibus cause he was to god damn loud
do you really think they ever wanted johnny paycheck hangin around
hell was there to uptight wild the real rebels like to get down
well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
did you know hank williams aint a member but they keep him outside their door
hell they never really wnated johnny cash back in 74 say the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
well they dun fucked all the people that made it worth sittin there for
hell they never really wanted johnny cash back in 74
say the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
did you know hank williams aint a member but they keep him outside there door
hell they never really did want johnny cash back in 74 say the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
say the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore
you know it makes me wonder folks
I'm all messed up and drivin around town
well my old trick she done had to kick my ass out
I'm raisin hell and tryin to find a life, livin fast and dyin young it's my new style of life.Me and friends we like livin on the run just because we're wild i guess they don't like where we come from.
Hell we all like to get drunk and fall down all over town you know that each damn day that we're livin we;re damn right and rebel proud.
Well the wind keeps gettin colder but I never let that hold me back
I've done the best that I could do to keep my life on track.
Now I'm countin out quarters tryin to buy some beer,It's so god damn lonley since your not here.
I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night
Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights
Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world
Havin' fun and flirtin' with them honky tonk girls
Honky tonkin' baby, I'm gonna make you mine
Eyes that sparkle like the stars, lips that's sweeter than wine
Two step with ole' Willie and slow dance with ole' Merle
Goin' round in circles with them honky tonk girls
Honky tonk girls, honky tonk girls
With their big hair and their rhinestones and their pearls
Honky tonk girls, honky tonk girls
Well, come Saturday night, well, I'm getting' tight
With them honky tonk girls
All day long I'm workin' hard, pushin' this broom around
Thinkn' about the things I'll do goin' out on the town
When that yellow moon comes shinin' on this old world
I'll be makin' love to my honky tonk girl
Honky tonk girls, honky tonk girls
With their big hair and their rhinestones and their pearls
Honky tonk girls, honky tonk girls
Well, every Saturday night, well, I'm getting' tight
With them honky tonk girls
Well, ever Saturday night, well, I'm getting' tight
Well, my name is Cecil Brown
And I'm from a little town
And people don't think much of me
I never understood
Why they thought I was no good
But this is how it seems
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
Will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
Kind of lonesome roads
I once took the high road
And it took me straight to hell
And I stood there all by myself
'Cause all alone's where
I feel like I belong
'Cause it don't matter who is right or wrong
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
Will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
Kind of lonesome roads
Pickin' up the pieces of my broken family
Is not an easy sight to see
And as the leaves have changed
It helps ease the pain and sufferin' they left for me
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
Will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
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