Lyrics

Well my momma worked the graveyard And my daddy was gone So I spent my nights with Ray Charles I cried to Louis Armstrong Well my momma she was always there Diggin' us out of the hole But my father he never cared Now he don't even pick up the phone So I call Jim Beam when I'm in need Evan Williams if I'm, out of money Johnnie Walker picks up day and night Jack Daniels he always gives me great advice As a child playing make-believe Pretending that you're coming home I would climb in the maple tree Guessing which car was yours It took a while but you finally showed 15 Summers down the road I know you tried to give it a go But you don't answer my calls no more So I call Jim Beam when I'm need Evan Williams if I'm out of money Johnnie Walker picks up day and night Jack Daniels he always gives me great advice
Writer(s): Shannon Winant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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