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
Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi And I'm looking for higher ground Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, I ain't proud of the things
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 '
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
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
get wasted With all my country heroes And I'm drinkin' some George Jones And a little bit of Coe Haggard's easin' my misery And Waylon's keepin' me from home Hank
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
Way down in West Virginia There's some people who are one of a kind They don't need nothin' from nobody Cause there already doin' fine You got Hasil Adkins
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
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
Livin' alone, singin' my songs. Thinkin' bout' the good times, when you were my own. Lady taught me how to hurt and cry. And each day I'm not with you
Well, I'm cruisin' all alone Just a singing my poor song I've seen them hard hard times But that's my kind of life I like it most the time When I'm drunk
I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world Havin' fun and
3 shades of black is where I come from. Depression, Missery, and Hellacious fun. No we're not the kind to turn our backs and run coz 3 shades of black
well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore did you know hank williams aint a member but they keep him outside thier door hell they never really want
I'm drunk again I'm drunk once again Feeling bad, all alone Since you left me on my own I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again
I might get drunk and rob a bank Shoot my car if it don't crank Try to raise a little Cain Mess the walls up with some paint Might even join a rodeo