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 suckle outside my window, dew sparkling on the vine

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 cars are broke down

Laying in my front yard

I ought to get one together

But the work just seems too hard

A man come ’round this morning,

Wanting to paint my barn

Paint it “See it Rock City, US Highway 41”

Ladies and gentlemen – Mr. Scott H Biram

Well Shooter, I used to have me a church woman

Oh just as pretty as can be

Aww, but she ran off with Jimmy Swaggart

Up 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 in the mornings

Laying in the jail

My head will be hurting

I won’t be feeling too well

That old fat-bellied sheriff come talking up to me

He wanna know how it felt: Not being free?

I said didn’t matter much,

Didn’t hurt at all

I’d rather be locked up in jail in hell,

than be a fat bellied cop!

A man come ’round this morning,

Wanting to paint my barn

Paint it “See it Rock City, US Highway 41”

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