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- S. Young
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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 abarking
Like they thought they was a mountain-lion
I get to thinking about the road, all the times Ive been back again
I was born a child of these muddy roads
I guess Ill die here lonesome as the wind
Cause all my cover broke down
Playing live fun yard
I wont 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
Ladies and gentlemen
Well I use to have me a
Oh just as pretty as can be
All the Jimmy swaggerShooter Jennings - The White Trash Song - http://motolyrics.com/shooter-jennings/the-white-trash-song-lyrics.html
Left in Nashville Tennessee
So I drink me a whole lot of liquor
And I drink me a whole lot of booze
Im a midnight country-rambler
And I aint got nothing to lose
I aint got nothing to lose boys
I wake up beyond the mornings
Laying in this jail
My head will be hurting
I wont be feeling too well
That old flat-belly sheriff talking out to me
I wanna know how it felt: not being free
I said didnt matter much,
Didnt hurt at all
Ill never be locked up in jail, hell, hell
Someone came around this morning,
Wanting to pay my bond
Playing through the city, you
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