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Shooter Jennings
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The White Trash Song
Wake up every morning, about the break of dawn Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone Honey suckle outside my window, dew sparklin' on the vine Little squirrels is a barking Like they thought they was a mountain lion I get to think 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 outta get one together But the work just seems too hard Some man come round this morning, Wanting to paint in my barn Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41!
I used to have a church woman- Oh just as pretty as could be Oh , but she ran off with ol' Jimmy Swaggert Up in Nashville Tennessee So I drink me a whole lot of liquor Yeaah and I drink me a whole lot of booze I'm a midnight country rambler, boys Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 hurtin' I won't be feeling too well That old fat bellied sheriff come talkin' out to me I 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, hell, hell hell, foul bellied talk-
Some man came 'round this morning, Wanting to paint my barn-Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41! ...Quiet now, get it loud... ...yeah... Man came 'round this mornn' Wanting to paint in my barn Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41!
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