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 sponsored links 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, hell, hell Someone came around this morning, Wanting to pay my bond Playing through the city, you .. the rest heading for you