Shooter Jennings

It's been sixteen weeks since I've been back home
I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes
All I know is the guitar and the bottle

My daddy was a loaded gun
He said, "It ain't no fun living on the run, son"
But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow

So I ride
And I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little too slow
When you're riding with an electric rodeo

I can't complain, you know I do alright
Singing my songs in a different town every night
Looking for a woman to keep me warm tonight

From California to the dirt of New York
From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore
Wishing I was home with a little girl of my own

And I ride
I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little too slow
When you're riding with an electric rodeo

Oh, this time will be the last time
Oh, this time will be the last time

So I ride
Yeah, I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little too slow
When you're riding with an electric rodeo
And you ain't got no place, you can't rest your bones

Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
It takes me to a station on the long black train
I wanna hear the wind blow and feel the earth move below me
Despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul

So I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home

Every time I think I see your face in a crowd
It's like a bell inside of me and it's ringin' out loud
I've been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true
I'm thinking bout coming down, to lay a little on you

And I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know, I have a home
Take me home

Yes I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone to Carolina, where I know, I have a home
Yea, come on

Let's put the O back in country

Well I'm rollin' like a freight train
Comin' straight at you
Playing hillbilly music like I was born to do
You know that ain't country music you been listenin' to

Oh, so are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me?
Better get ready for the country
Ain't I a sight to see
You know there ain't no soul on the radio
Let's put the O back in country

Pickin' easy listenin', ain't what I do best, no
But they say in country music, it's either hit or miss
Well, if you're talking about record sales
You can sound scan this, yeah

Oh, are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me?
But better get ready for the country
Ain't I a sight to see
Oh, you know there ain't no soul on the radio
Let's put the O back in country

You take a little country and a little rock and roll
A little Neil Young and a little George Jones
A little Merle Haggard and a little bit of the Stones
And a little Cash and a whole lotta Waylon

Are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me?
Yeah, better get ready for the country
Ready for me

Yeah, are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me?
Better get ready for the country
Ain't I a sight to see
Yeah, you know we need a little soul on the radio
Let's put the O back in country

Alone with the morning burnin red
On the canvas in my head
Painting a picture of you and me
Driving across country
In a dusty old RV
Just the road and it's majesty
And I'm lookin' at you with the world in the rear-view

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You were pretty as can be sittin' in the front seat
Lookin' at me, tellin' me you love me
And you're happy to be with me on the Fourth of July
We sang "Stranglehold" 'til stereo couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along

Those white lines can drone into the sun
If you ain't got no one to keep you hangin' on
But there you were like a queen in your night gown
Ridin' shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found

And I'm singin' to you, you're singin' to me
You were out of the blue to a boy like me

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And I'm lookin' for you and the silence that we shared

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Another lifetime lived in a long night
I'm watching the sunrise before I lay down to sleep
Livin' at parties, watching my twenties hittin' my thirties and letting it go

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But that's all I've been livin' for
When there's nothing left to lose anymore
If there's a door, I'll go through and walk right into my lonesome blues

Running my friends off
I cheat and I get caught
They tell me that I'm lost but I don't care anymore
I'm having a free mind
Living a free life
Knowing that my flight is gonna crash and burn

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Writing my stories on my worst mornings
Pulling my heart strings to help me find myself
Living with my past
Smokin' up my grass
And having a good laugh just to lose myself

Well I been sinking like a rock in this high society
'Cause all that means so much to them, don't mean shit to me
If I were in to money, fame and power, I'd be sold
But I know I tried , and I just can't find that solid country gold

But now I was born in Nashville but I left there long ago
'Cause they built music city by sacrificing soul
L.A. ain't much different, accept they got them fancy clothes
And there's nary a sight or a leaving light of solid country gold

'Cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold alright

Now baby I been thinking 'bout where you and I should go
You sell your apartment, and I'll shake off my load
We'll take it down to Texas where we'll kiss that yellow rose
And find ourselves some loving in solid country gold

Well they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold

Oh 'cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
They can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
And if you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold yeah
Yes, I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold, alright

Come on boys, let's hit the road!
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
That's where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know
We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time
Diggin' the songs on the radio
And that party kept a movin' and you know what we were doin'
We were smokin' up that California gold

Now everyone was glad, "The Weight" played by The Band
You know I never had that song ever let me down
And I didn't notice I was speedin' but in the rear-view mirror blinkin'
Were them state trooper's lights all spinnin' 'round
We rolled down the windows, so we didn't think that he would notice
Something smellin' funny in that smoke cloud
And he asked, 'What you boys a-hidin'?' and we were all silent
'Cause I think he heard us clear and loud

And we were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
"Oh no, my Weed!"
He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away
And started pokin' round the truck for cake
And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright
And don't y'all make light of the number one dope dog in the state
That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up
In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat
And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell
Charged with possession of that sweet leaf

And we were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge
Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake
And he said, "I'm so sorry" 'cause they couldn't un-arrest us
But that was up to some other official magistrate
And he said, 'Don't you worry, son, all the charges are gone
But I've got a few autographs for you to sign.'
And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick
To Wichita Falls by show time
To tell 'em
We were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County

So, it comes to the end of the day
And I'm checking out of my hotel room today
It's been two years since I've seen your face
The girl beside me reminds me how you taste
Since I've seen you, I've been beaten down and bruised
And every day I'm feeling more and more misused
I never thought that I would be without your love
Years gone by, you're still the one I'm thinking of

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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
May the evening bring your favorite night
Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
But I've got to move on

It's getting cold, I put my jacket on your back
And we smoke a cigarette, the last one in the pack
I still remember exactly what you said
That you had demons that you couldn't put to bed
Now I'm leaving, yeah, I'm moing out west
And it's time for us to lay our history to rest
I still remember a tear drop in your eye
But you know I couldn't stand to see you cry

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So I close on this Hollywood night
Where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside
Would it be different if you were still here in my life
Would I be sober, and would you be my wife?

Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
May the evening be your favorite night
Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
But I've got to be movin' on

Well, I push my load across the land
Livin' the life of a travelin' man
Dusk brings down another day
Gonna swallow up time and throw it away

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Zero to sixty, she's the next big thing
They tell me it's a steal
Drive all night just to ease the pain
Don't look away
Stay steady at the wheel

You try to sing a familiar tune
Howlin' the words under a bloodshot moon
Blacklight troubadour, push on through


As heartbreak sits right next to you

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Zero to sixty, she's the next big thing
They tell me it's a steal
Drive all night just to ease the pain
Don't look away
Stay steady at the wheel

Steady at the wheel

Don't wanna go to the mall
Don't wanna go to the movies
I think we've done it all
Just take me to the backseat

Don't wanna hear you talkin'
Don't wanna play your game
Let's get this baby rockin'
Just take me to the backseat

You don't wanna get high
I don't wanna get low
So come on, let's go
And get on it, yeah
Honey, please

Just take me to the backseat
Just take me to the backseat
Where no one else can see
I know you're into me
Just take me to the backseat
And get ready for me
Honey, please

Don't wanna be your friend
Don't try to take me home
This won't happen again
Just take me to the backseat

You don't wanna get high
I don't wanna get low
So come no, let's go
And get on it, yeah
Honey, please

Just take me to the backseat
Just take me to the backseat
Where no one else can see
I know you're into me
Just take me to the backseat
And get ready for me
Honey, please

Do you need a map?
Let's skip the nightcap
I'll make it sticky sweet
Just take me to the backseat

Just take me to the backseat
Where no one else can see
I know you're into me
Just take me to the backseat

Just take me to the backseat
Just take me to the backseat
Where no one else can see
I know you're into me
Just take me to the backseat
And get ready for me
Honey, please

Take me home

Well, I came to Cali on a highway from Nashville
It's all a gamble for the fortune and fame
My education came from reading the road signs
Just another fool who got lost in the game

And I'm going back again
Cause it's blowing in the wind
That's carryin' me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home
Yeah

And all these actors, man, they're living in castles
And with the earthquakes they'll sink in the sea
Who makes a living off of heartbreaks and hassles?
And scientologists make no sense to me

So I'm going back again
Cause it's blowing like the wind
That's carryin' me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

Oh, southern comfort
Don't leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

C'mon take me home

Theres a piggy waitin outside my door
Whos a knockin and a yellin that hes gonna use force
Well, I moved to town just a while ago
But I got in a mess, and I cant lay low

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Back home all I had was my guitar
Livin in the backwoods on Daddys farm
Sittin on the front porch til the evenin come
Livin in the backwoods on Daddys farm

Well, my old girl was a Cadillac
She was long and sleek and dressed in black
But I caught her cruisin with another dude
So I shot em down with my blue .22

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But now they got me runnin and they got me to my home
But I wont go, I wont go!
Chitty-chitty bang-bang, and I hit the floor
Two little piggies bust down my door
The first little piggy went down
The second little piggy started poppin off rounds
I make a break for the parking lot
I heard some people talkin how somebody got shot
Theyre never gonna see it my way
So I break for the truck and headed out on the highway
I must have got it up to 108
Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate
Its gettin hot, Im gettin hot
I dont know where to go, I dont know what I got
But...

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