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The White Trash Song (feat. Scott H. Biram)

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 barnHe was highway 41Ladies 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 boysI 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

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