"The White Trash Song" lyrics - SHOOTER JENNINGS

I wake up every morning by the break of dawn
Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone
Honeysuckle outside my window, do sparkling on the vine
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 cars are broke down
Laying in my front yard
I ought to get one together
But the work just seems too hard
A man come 'round this morning
Wanted to paint my barn
Painted "See Rock City, US Highway 31"

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Scott H. Biram

I use to have me a church woman
Oh, just as pretty as can be
Ah, but she ran off with ol' Jimmy Swagger
Up 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, boys
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 fat-belly sheriff
Come talking up to me
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, fat-belly cop"

Some man come 'round this morning
Wanted to paint my barn
Painted "See Rock City, US Highway 31"