Shooter Jennings - The White Trash Song Lyrics
Wake up every morning, by the break of dawnHear that rooster crowing, I feel so all aloneHoney snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divineLittle squirrels is a’barkingLike they thought they was a mountain-lionI get to thinking about the road, all the times I’ve been back againI was born a child of these muddy roadsI guess I’ll die here lonesome as the windCause all my cover broke downPlaying’ live fun yardI won’t get one, get herBut the road just seems too hardSomeone come round this morning,Wanting to play in my barn…He was highway 41Ladies and gentlemen… Well I use to have me a …Oh just as pretty as can beAll the Jimmy swaggerLeft in Nashville TennesseeSo I drink me a whole lot of liquorAnd I drink me a whole lot of boozeI’m a midnight country-ramblerAnd I ain’t got nothing to loseI ain’t got nothing to lose boysI wake up beyond the morningsLaying in this jailMy head will be hurtingI won’t be feeling too wellThat old flat-belly sheriff talking out to meI wanna know how it felt: not being freeI said didn’t matter much,Didn’t hurt at allI’ll never be locked up in jail, hell, hellSomeone came around this morning,Wanting to pay my bondPlaying through the city, you.. the rest heading for you