The Real Me - Shooter Jennings
I wake up with my children
Right around the crack of noon
And I do good like a good daddy should
Till the devil rolls out that moon
Once that whiskey hits my lips
It opens up Pandora's box
And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin'
Getting crazy as a white tailed fox
My eyes start burnin' wild and red
Two horns cut thru the top of my head
My teeth get jagged my tongue gets sharp
Cold neon blood starts a pumpin' to my heart
My hands get frisky with a mind of their own
My legs start walkin' me anywhere but home
And I'm a double talking chicken-lickin'
Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
Hole digging pickin' son of a gun
And I'll love you like the devil bite you
Like a snake and then forsake and break
Everything I don't take before I'm done
Most people who know me say
I'm as nice as a guy could be
That's all fine 'cuz most of the time
They never get to see the real me
He ain't got a bad bone in his body
Is how they talk about me back home
But here my dark side is unable to hide
And you don't want to see my bad bone
My eyes start burnin' wild and red
Two horns cut thru the top of my head
My teeth get jagged my tongue gets sharp
Cold neon blood starts a pumpin' to my heart
My hands get frisky with a mind of their own
My legs start walkin' me anywhere but home
And I'm a double talking chicken-lickin'
Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
Hole digging pickin' son of a gun
And I'll love you like the devil bite you
Like a snake and then forsake and break
Everything I don't take before I'm done
Well I'm mean when I'm lonesome
I'm angry when I'm high
I'm a dream when I will son
But I'll chase that nightmare until I die
I'll chase that nightmare until I die
I'll chase that nightmare until I die
Will I'm a double talking chicken-lickin'
Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
Hole digging pickin' son of a gun
And I'll love you like the devil bite you
Like a snake and then forsake and break
Everything I don't take before I'm done
I'm a double talking chicken-lickin'
Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
Hole digging pickin' son of a gun
And I'll love you like the devil bite you
Like a snake and then forsake and break
Everything I don't take before I'm done