Wake up every morning, by the break of dawn
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Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone
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Honey snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divine
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Little squirrels is a’barking
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Like they thought they was a mountain-lion
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I get to thinking about the road, all the times I’ve been back again
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I was born a child of these muddy roads
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I guess I’ll die here lonesome as the wind
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Cause all my cover broke down
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Playing’ live fun yard
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I won’t get one, get her
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But the road just seems too hard
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Someone come round this morning,
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Wanting to play in my barn
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…
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He was highway 41
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Ladies and gentlemen
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… Well I use to have me a …
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Oh just as pretty as can be
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All the Jimmy swagger
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Left in Nashville Tennessee
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So I drink me a whole lot of liquor
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And I drink me a whole lot of booze
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I’m a midnight country-rambler
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And I ain’t got nothing to lose
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I ain’t got nothing to lose boys
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I wake up beyond the mornings
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Laying in this jail
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My head will be hurting
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I won’t be feeling too well
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That old flat-belly sheriff talking out to me
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I wanna know how it felt: not being free
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I said didn’t matter much,
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Didn’t hurt at all
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I’ll never be locked up in jail, hell, hell
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Someone came around this morning,
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Wanting to pay my bond
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Playing through the city, you
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.. the rest heading for you
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The White Trash Song
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| Shooter Jennings |
