Whiskey Myers - Whiskey Myers Album Lyrics

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Die Rockin

I was born a wild child in fear of the Holy Ghost
Raised on field holler with the spirit in my bones
I turned 15, I was lost to the Pentecost
I felt a woman's breast and heard Sway by the Stones
Next thing you know Lord, I'm in the band
We come from East Texas, a river bottomland
Harder than a Bois d'Arc tree, too drunk to stand
With cowboy hats and old guitars and Copenhagen cans

I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
Gonna die rockin', gonna die rockin'

Gather around you children, come on take my hand
I'm gonna take you to a place, but it ain't, ain't the Promised Land
It's got every thing you want, baby, but nothing's for sell
It's a lost highway, it's a California hotel
It's where the ones who came before, they paid it with their lives
They gave their souls to rock n roll, I'm gonna rock until I die

I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
Gonna die rockin', gonna die rockin'

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Mona Lisa

We got that love on a chemical level
A molecular attraction gonna last forever
Our enemies are only jealous of us
We got that gift that only comes down from the good Lord above

Let it go
Oh, let it go
If it's good for your soul
And the whole world's ending
Everybody's shouting
My my my my my Mona Lisa of the mountain

They wanna burn us in a nuclear war
You pay your tax, they only ask for more
My Mona Lisa, she ain't got no care
They've got the whole population in a Red arms Scare

Let it go
Oh, let it go
If it's good for your soul
And the whole world's ending
Everybody's shouting
My my my my my Mona Lisa of the mountain

Ooh
My love was chosen for you
From way on high
I'm talkin' 'bout that other place in the sky
And oh
I can't get enough, darling I need ya
'Til I die
My my my, my my my, my Mona Lisa!

We got that love on a spiritual level
We got that shit that's gonna last forever
Our enemies are only jealous of us
We got that gift that only comes down from the good Lord above

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Rolling Stone

The way your lips move across your little fingers
With your innocent starry-eyed stare
Girl you best leave me alone
You want what you can't have is all
And I ain't what you need and it ain't fair
No I ain't what you need and it ain't fair

I've been sinking down for so long baby, come on
There ain't nothing left for me out on these highways that I roam
If all I'm doing just leaving, you're crying alone, I'm coming home
'Cause I'm all yours baby, I ain't no rolling stone

That ole moonlight has always called me to leaving
Dusty bars and chasing stars all through the night
One more drink and one more song
But now that hollow feelings gone
'Cause girl you got them stars up in your eyes
Yea girl you got them stars up in your eyes

I've been sinking down for so long baby, come on
There ain't nothing left for me out on these highways that I roam
If all I'm doing just leaving, you're crying alone, I'm coming home
'Cause I'm all yours baby, I ain't no rolling stone
Ain't no rolling stone

I've been sinking down for so long baby, come on
There ain't nothing left for me out on these highways that I roam
If all I'm doing just leaving, you're crying alone, I'm coming home
'Cause I'm all yours baby, I ain't no rolling stone
Ain't no rolling stone
Yeah I ain't no rolling stone

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Bitch

I'm tired of the radio
Same old lyrics, smoke shows
You're so country we all know
Tailgates and back roads
Same shit, different day
Ain't nothin' ever gon' change
Long as you know that you are just
Still just a bitch in my book

Hand-wired plugged straight in
With a Les Paul
Calloused-over fingertips
Rock and roll gets to us all
Tell me what's your draw
Out in Nijmegen, Netherlands
You're stuck in a bubble, won't make it
Still just a bitch in my book
Still just a bitch in my book

Where y'all playing? Wait a minute
Same ol' strudel circuit spinnin'
Come outside the continental
Manchester girls say it's mental
I don't know what it is
I'm just trying to express myself
As long as you know that you are just
Still, whoo, bitch

Still just a bitch in my book
Still just a bitch in my book
Still just a bitch in my book

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Gasoline

I don't mind work and I love to fish
I been known as a son of a bitch
When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up
I get it done it's always enough
I toil real hard with nothing to show
I owe it all to the savings and loan
So break our backs and make us slaves
All for the love of the USA

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self in holy water
Spiritual things the heart land bleeds
I need a Bible a gun and gasoline

Ain't nothing much to do in this town
The industry's gone and the mill has closed down
Up on the hill lives a jezebel
She's got some sin and some pills to sell
So no need to lie with your opium eyes
When you got a script there's no need to hide
Bitch and moan and dance in the street
We would rather have bombs then food to eat

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self in holy water
Spiritual things the heart land bleeds
I need a Bible a gun and gasoline

And you think that your really gonna make a change
Maybe you and I are the ones to blame

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self in holy water
Spiritual things the heart land bleeds
I need a Bible a gun and gasoline

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self in holy water
Spiritual things the heart land bleeds
I need a Bible a gun and gasoline

Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline

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Bury My Bones

If I die young, write my mother
Tell her that I love her
But my souls gone home
And take my vessel to Anderson County
Drive real slow and take the long way home
Tell my kin to pick up a shovel
Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones
Won't you bury my bones
Beneath these pines
When it comes time
For you to bury my bones

Don't throw me no funeral
Sister don't cry
Saw that fiddle brother pass that shine
Deep down in the hollow
Pick the tallest pine
Dig it real deep where the roots touch mine
Cross the red river where it opens wide
The heroine sails to the Choctaw side
Follow my trail to a silver stone
Gather my body when you bury my bones
Won't you Bury my Bones

Yeah If I die young, write my mother
Tell her that I love her
But my souls gone home
And take me back to Anderson County
Drive real slow and take the long way home
And tell my kin to pick up a shovel
Wrestle that sugar sand and bury my bones
Bury my bones beneath the pines
When it comes time
Yeah if I die young
Yeah if I die young
Yeah if I die young

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Glitter Ain't Gold

They're blowin smoke in mirrors
Putting pressure on me
But I'm harder than an old black jack oak tree
Tell me I'm a sinner
Never claimed to be a saint
I don't claim to be a god damn thang that I ain't
It's getting old

Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't Gold

There's a curtain of pines
This side of the river
Can't see that trailer on the hill from the road
White bread and honey
Workin hard for our money
Saving cans all week to turn the man away
It wasn't easy
Neighbors judge from their front porch
Right behind the door their whole home's in a mess
It's getting old

Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know

Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold

Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know

Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold

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Houston County Sky

Pour me up a drink, there's a bottle in the seat
I'm only half way to crazy by now
We are past that breaking point, past that road of choice
And there ain't nothing left in this town
I thought by now I woulda figured shit out

You and me we got some bad reputations
We dance round like thieves in the night
I bet your halo could use some reconsideration
But it's the only thing that makes this alright

Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
Yeah we still kick around our same ol' stomping grounds
And life, it'll pass you by
As you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky

So roll me up a smoke, I'll take a toke for hope
I'm only half way to 80 by now
You was the peanut queen, I was 17 and mean
You wanted so bad to leave this town
Ain't it funny how it all works out

Ain't nothing left but making love and raising babies
There ain't nothing wrong with the simple life
Hey darling, I love you, but the smoke is getting hazy
Maybe we should just get drunk and fight
Down at the Gin on a Saturday night

Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
Yeah we still kick around our same ol' stomping grounds
And life, it'll pass you by
As you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky

Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
Yeah we still kick around our same ol' stomping grounds
And life, it'll pass you by
As you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky
Houston county sky
Houston county sky

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Little More Money

Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cup
I sell em on the corner to folks who shoot em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
Yeah, my daddy was a chicken shit common thief

But I wish I could roll the Stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone

Some times I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my sky's
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes

I wish I could roll the Stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone

These days it seems I might be losing my mind
Does the man upstairs he even care to throw me a line
It's not to far gone to hold onto the light
Like it's your last fight and your barely alive
Do what ya can just to survive

I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
They'll bog ya down and you can never leave
At least not in Alabama where they'll burry me

Yeah, I wish I could roll the Stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone

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California to Caroline

Candy ain't her real name
But I love the way that she taste
In the morning I'll be gone
And she'll be another song

California to Caroline
The sweetest grapes right off the vine
And every kiss that I remember
Tasted just like wine
California to Caroline

Bright lights on the highway
I love the sound these big wheels make
Out there on the road
This highway is my home

California to Caroline
The sweetest grapes right off the vine
And every kiss that I remember
Tasted just like wine
California to Caroline

California to Caroline
The sweetest grapes right off the vine
And every kiss that I remember
Tasted just like wine
California to Caroline

California to Caroline
California to Caroline
California to Caroline

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Kentucky Gold

Waking up early going back down
Black coffee black lung underground
This much money ain't even worth countin'
Hand to mouth this side of the mountain

The creek used to run clear across the tracks
Till Peabody came and it all turned black
The diamonds we digging
Don't sparkle or shine
Wastin' away in a rich mans mine

West Virginia Kentucky gold
Feed your family sell your soul
Dying young never growing old
For that West Virginia Kentucky gold

Wake up every morning
Kiss my kids goodbye
And whisper to my beautiful wife
If today's the day
That I should go
Don't leave me down in that damn hole

West Virginia Kentucky gold
Feed your family sell your soul
Dying young never growing old
For that West Virginia Kentucky gold

Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
Don't leave me down in that damn hole
When it all caves in when the walls won't hold

West Virginia Kentucky gold
Feed your family sell your soul
Dying young never growing old
For that West Virginia Kentucky gold

For that West Virginia Kentucky gold
For that West Virginia Kentucky gold
Kentucky gold

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Running

I love the smell of fresh cut hay on both sides of the road
Out here on the highway just counting power line poles
And how the stars shine a little brighter when I'm outside of town
I been running, oh, I'm runnin' I ain't slowing down

Runnin'
All my life if I ain't driving
I'm shotgunnin'
Just watching all these good times keep on
Coming down the line
Ain't gonna let them pass me by
I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life

Fast as I could I left the old home town in a cloud of dust
I figured if I stuck around to long I would turn to rust
With a bed roll buck knife and two t-shorts in a gunnysack
I took off runnin', oh, I took of runnin' never looking back

Runnin'
All my life if I ain't driving
I'm shotgunnin'
Just watching all these good times keep on
Coming down the line
Ain't gonna let them pass me by
Oh, I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life
I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life

There's a girl just south of Houston
Her true heart beats for me
It takes a lot of patience to love a man this free
Someday I'm gonna make it home and lay in our warm bed
Baby I'm runnin' you know I'm runnin' if I ain't there yet

Runnin'
All my life if I ain't driving
I'm shotgunnin'
Just watching all these good times keep on
Coming down the line
Ain't gonna let them pass me by
Oh, I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life
I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life
I guess that I'll be runnin' all my life

Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'...

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Hammer

Well the world gonna turn and sun gonna shine
The river gonna flow but the creek gone dry
It's hell getting old when it's hot in the shade
I hate to go to work but I gosta get paid

When the days done I'm gonna bring it home
Pour up some wine and put an old time record on
Working on love to the break of dawn
Daddy swings the hammer to the rhythm of an old song

Well my boat don't run and the fish don't bite
But I'll be coming home girl to you Sunday night
Baby's in the kitchen in a black bandanna
She said some things need fixing so it's time to swing the hammer

There's a full moon in the woods tonight
I'll be at home just putting in over time
Working on love till the break of dawn
Daddy's swings the hammer to the rhythm of an old song
Yea the rhythm of an old song

Well my little Mama knows I'm a hard working man
She let's me swing the hammer any time that I can
She got me working around the clock on them sweet honey do's
Just nailing down a beat to the rhythm and blues

And when it's all over I'm gonna start again
Feeling your rhythm as an old time vinyl spins
Working on love till the break of dawn
Daddy's swings the hammer to the rhythm of an old song
Yea the rhythm of an old song

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

Rhythm of an old song
Rhythm of an old song, yeah

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Bad Weather

This place looks like everything you wanted
Red roses, white doves and such
Church wedding bells, the hell is she thinkin' there's no green around her finger from us
I came to this place fully conscious
Well aware that my actions are unjust
That man up there said I'd have to hold my peace forever
Unless something is said now and stand up
That's the reason I came here in the first place
So forgive me for what I'm to say
After so many years forever and ever
Turned into bad weather today

And the rain came down
Washed away all that he'd found
What's the reason for keeping them around
Can't place them together
That house on the hill there's a prison
Spent too many years turned to hell
Oh how if those old walls could listen and hear me
Oh how much these old walls could tell
As and old man I know I should reason
But I could torch this old place might as well
With a can full of diesel and a booklet of matches
Let's see what these ashes unveil

And the rain came down
Washed away all that he'd found
What's the reason for keeping them around
Can't place them together
Yeah the rain came down
Washed away all that he'd found
What's the reason for keeping them around
Blow over Bad Weather
Blow over Bad Weather