Younger by the Rye

Well I'm coming back to Fort Worth, Shiner in my blood And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood And I won't stop for Gamblin' hell I've lost too many Farms And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms My God My God Well someone stole my candles and burned them at both ends I can't afford to pay attention drank away my drinkin' friends And I'm hunting down the coyote that howls outside this dive And I shot out the moon last night with my last 45 My God My God Well my mamma was a pistol I'm a son of a gun My daddy was a yankee and he lived on the run I was born in a cane field I was raised to blame Hell I thought I told you boys I'm goin' insane My God My God So I keep on getting old and younger by the rye I can't take it easy anymore, not a easy going guy And when my livings all over with no fate left to save Take bluebonnets, pain, and anger and place them on my grave My God My God Well I'm coming back to Fort Worth Shiner in my blood And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood And I won't stop for Gamblin hell I've lost to many Farms And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms