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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Childers
Tyler Childers
Vocals
Arthur Hancock
Arthur Hancock
Banjo
Jesse Wells
Jesse Wells
Fiddle
Scott Napier
Scott Napier
Mandolin
Scott Wilmoth
Scott Wilmoth
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Childers
Tyler Childers
Songwriter

Lyrics

Early in the morning when the sun does rise Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes Late in the evening when the sun sinks low That's about the time my rooster crows I got women up and down this creek They keep me going and my engine clean Run me ragged but I don't fret 'Cause there ain't been one to slow me down none yet Get me drinkin' that moonshine Get me higher than a grocery bill Take my troubles to a high wall Throw 'em in the river and get your fill We've been sniffin' that cocaine Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold Lord it's mighty hard livin' But a damn good feelin' to run these roads I got people tryin' tell me 'Red Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead Cast your troubles on the Lord of lords Wind up layin' on a coolin' board' But I got buddies up White House Road And they keep me struttin' when my feet hang low Rockgut whiskey gonna ease my pain And all this runnin's gonna keep me sane Get me drinkin' that moonshine Get me higher than a grocery bill Take my troubles to a high wall Throw 'em in the river and get your fill We've been sniffin' that cochise Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold Lord it's mighty hard livin' But a damn good feelin' to run these roads It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads When you lay me in the cold hard clay Won't you sing them hymns while the banjo plays And tell them ladies that they ought not frown 'Cause there ain't been nothin' ever held me down Lawmen, women, or a shallow grave Same old blues just a different day Get me drinkin' that moonshine Get me higher than a grocery bill Take my troubles to a high wall Throw 'em in the river and get your fill We've been sniffin' that cochise Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold Lord it's mighty hard livin' But a damn good feelin' to run these roads It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads
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