Sold my soul to the devil

To pick up this here box

Run my fingers up and down its neck

Just to hear that sweet thing talk

That six string gals been good to me

Gave me everything I could ever dream

Lord it brought me out of dark times

Growing up poor skipping rocks

Foster homes and trailer parks

Alcohol and handcuffs

Im here to tell you brother

You can still build something if you come from nothin

Im here to preach you sister

Raise hell, don't quit, keep moving like a Texas twister

Its us who grew up empty

We'll all die full

Its us who grew up empty

We'll all die full

I remember the day my momma died

I hung my head and God I cried

A song helped me grieve

When I turned eighteen I moved out

To a state I never heard about

With forty dollars to my name

Lord I made that dollar stretch

Always two steps from the edge

Damn proud of the life I've built out here

Im here to tell you brother

You can still build something if you come from nothin

Im here to preach you sister

Raise hell, don't quit, keep moving like a Texas twister

Its us who grew up empty

We'll all die full

Its us who grew up empty

We'll all die full

Die full, die full, die full

Die full, die full, die full