Way down in West Virginia, There are some people who are one of a kind. They don't need nothin' from nobody, 'Cause they're already doin' fine. You got
get wasted with all my country heroes 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
gotta buy my paw a truck cause he got totally too fucked up He got so drunk he got in a fight and then he stole my redneck ride I gotta buy my paw a
Well I'm cruisin' all alone, just a singing my poor song I've seen them hard hard times, but thats my kind of life I like it most the time, when I'm
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
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
Well down the Mississippi highway into New Orleans I said everything is going ok I got my hillbilly ride and my gal by my side and we're doing it all
Sittin up all night trying to have a good time singing my songs and trying to get paid Ive been roughed up beat up Ive been cut I got a tattoo at a tender
Good-bye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou Oh my john, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big
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
Livin' on a bloody street Watch the bullets fly by me as you get your drugs for your disease Livin' on a bloody street Watch the bullets fly by me as
I don't need nobody to call me on the phone I don't need no company I'd rather be alone I'm just happy by myself here being blue I'm not lonely,
Well I'm runnin down the road about a hundred and five Don't care if I live, I just wanna die Searching for a gal who wants to keep me alive Satan's in
Well I've been high as the mountains cruisin' down the road in my 65 and I've got a hard-rockin' band, baby that wants to kick it to the other side And
I got the Louisiana Stripes, and their always chainin' me down I'm in debt for 99 years for shootin' my wife to the ground Well she had to love my friend
Well I'm a lowdown truck driver Eighteen wheels and an easy rider Lord have mercy - Lord have mercy on my weary soul Well I'm a burnin' down this highway
Sittin' in the bayou country, just me and my fishin' line I raised a lot of hell and I hollered, sippin' on that Georgia moonshine Well, I know how to
Well I'm gonna do some drinkin' I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can Well I'm gonna do some drinkin' I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can
