I wake up every morning
about the break of dawn
I hear the rooster crowing
and I'm feeling all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window
dew sparkling on the vine
and them little squirrels are barking
like they were mountain lions
I get to thinking about the road
and all the times, they come back again
I was born a child of these muddy roads
and I'll die here lonesome as the wind
Cause all my cars, they're broke down
layin' in my front yard
I ought to get one together
but the work just seems too hard
A man come by this morning
he wanted to paint my barn
He painted, "See Rock City
US Highway 31."
I used to have a church woman
pretty as she could be
Runoff with the gospel singer
down in Nashville, Tennessee
So I drink a lot of liquor, Lord
I drink a lot of booze
I'm a midnight country rambler
and I ain't got much to lose
I wake up a lot of mornings
laying down in jail
My head, it will be hurtin'
and I won't be feeling too well
That old, fat bellied sheriff
he'll come walking up to me
He wants to know how it feels
not being free
I tell him, "It don't matter much
and I don't care a whole lot
'Cause I'd rather be in jail, in Hell
then a fat fucking cop."
I said a man come by this morning
and he wanted to paint my barn
He painted, "See Rock City
US Highway 31."
