I wake up with my children
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Right around the crack of noon
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And I do good like a good daddy should
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Till the devil rolls out that moon
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Once that whiskey hits my lips
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It opens up Pandora's box
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And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin
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Getting crazy as a white tailed fox.
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My eyes start burnin wild and red
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Two horns cut thru the top of my head
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My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
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Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
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My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
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My legs start walkin me anywhere but home
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And I'm a double talking, chicken-lickin
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Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
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Hole digging pickin son of a gun,
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And I'll love you like the devil, bite you
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Like a snake and then forsake and break
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Everything I don't take before I'm done
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Most people who know me, say I'm as nice as a guy could be.
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That's all fine cuz most of the time
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They never get to see the real me.
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a¢æ©«He ain't got a bad bone in his bodya¢æ?
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Is how they talk about me back home,
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But here my dark side is unable to hide
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And you don't want to see my bad bone.
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I a¢æ?m mean when I'm lonesome,
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I'm angry when I'm high,
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But I'll chase that nightmare until I die.
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The Real Me
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Shooter Jennings |