Lyrics The White Trash Song (feat. Scott H. Biram) - Scott H. Biram , Shooter Jennings
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
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
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