Livin alone, singin my songs Thinkin bout the good times when you were my own Lady you taught me how to hurt and cry, and each day I'm not with you
Well, I caught you with him on those damp satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets 87 southbound to San Antone It's getting late
Well I'm leavin mississippi and im looking for higher ground said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around Well I ain't proud of the things I've
I've been up all night and I can't sleep I've been thinkin' about you and I can't eat I tried to go outside, but it strarted to rain and I'm sittin'
I used to have a nice life I used to live by the right But I've strayed from the good side of the lord And I flirted with the Devil and he dealt me a
Out of breath - I can't breathe in Choking hard when I inhale in Pouring drinks with a broke hand Now I'm up in your face again When I fuck I don't want
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight, Gonna
Early one mornin' while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' .44
Rockin' through another day of feelin' so fine I got another piece of love and now I'm doin' white Who's that girl that's trying to go to see my favorite
Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on. And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone. We keep gettin' further than closer, day
? I'll kill again, rape you indeed(?) Always a job, for what I need Don't think you're smart ??? When I hear you I'll come to you When I cut you
Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But this
Well, If the Devil's got a Daughter I got her in my arms She drinks Gin and water When she hears those, lonely country songs She'll howl all night long
Well some say I'm not country and that's just fine with me 'Cause I don't wanna be country with some faggot looking over at me They say that I'm ill-mannered
Well, I was rollin' by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee and I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth and I was trippin' on some acid
Well I am workin' real hard and not gettin' paid and I'm sick of this life and I gotta get a break I've been real high and I've been down low and
Call me a pretty boy, they call me a saint They call me a sinner, well it's gonna be the same 'cause I'm not afraid, and I'm not a-feared I ain't gonna
Well I'm broke, lovesick, and driftin' and I've done a lot of hard, hard livin' Livin' on the road and seein' how it goes I grew up fast and it shows
