Shooter Jennings

She got a special way It makes me happy everyday What do the old folks say She's finer than frog hair split four ways When I'm feelin' low She reminds me that there's always tomorrow I kinda wonder if she knows My sun comes up just to hear her crowe

When I was just a young boy, my daddy came to me, said son Out in this world theres a lotta things that'll make you feel like your supposed to be. You don't have to read the good book, to be a good man just the same. And forget about the money, money

Shooter Jennings All Of This Could Have Been Yours (Reprise) I had a cure, for your disease But you threw it away And you made it clear I was not welcome on these seas And you threw it away So I sailed and I sailed for so long My hair grew long and m

Verse 1: The night just seems to drag on forever Waiting for that cleansing morning call Running from the mirror, So I don't see it any clearer As fireworks bright and loud, burn out and fall Chorus: Wild and lonesome Wild and lonesome You're blowing

I wake up with my children Right around the crack of noon And I do good like a good daddy should Till the devil rolls out that moon Once that whiskey hits my lips It opens up Pandora's box And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin Getting crazy

I found a letter just yesterday And what it say, I can't disclose I read that letter and every word that it say And my heart, it just froze Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Such a sad, sad shame My baby's been runnin' around All

Summer dreams blow like leaves threw these city streets With the autumn they are gone Busy people shuffling don't know where they're going. Just go till they hit a wall Not me no no not me I want go where the air is clean for awhile let the stream ca

Southern Comfort - Shooter Jennings I came to Cali on a highway from Nashville It's all a gamble for the fortune and fame My education came from reading the road signs Just another fool who got lost in the game And I'm going back again 'Cause it's bl

4th Of July - Shooter Jennings Alone with the morning burning red On the canvas in my head painting a picture of you And me driving across country in a dusty old RV Just the road and its majesty And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view