Ear-

ly

in

the

mor-

ning

when

the

sun

does

rise

Lay-

in'

in

the

bed

with

blood-

shot

eyes

Late

in

the

eve-

nin'

when

the

sun

sinks

low

Well

that's

a-

bout

time

my

roos-

ter

crows

I

got

wo-

men

up

and

down

this

creek

And

they

keep

me

go-

ing

and

my

en-

gine

clean

Run

me

ra-

gged

but

I

don't

fret

Cause

there

ain't

been

one

slow

me

down

none

yet

Get

me

drin-

king'

that

moon-

shine

Get

me

higher

than

the

groce-

ry

bill

Take

my

troub-

les

to

the

high-

wall

Throw

'em

in

the

ri-

ver

and

get

your

fill

We

been

sni-

ffing

that

co-

caine

Ain't

no-

thin'

be-

tter

when

the

wind

cuts

cold

Lord

it's

a

migh-

ty

hard

li-

vin'

But

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads

I

got

peo-

ple

try

to

tell

me,

Red

Keep

this

li-

vin'

and

you'll

wind

up

dead

Cast

your

trou-

bles

on

the

Lord

of

Lord's

Or

wind

up

lay-

ing

on

a

coo-

lin'

board

But

I

got

bu-

ddies

up

White

House

Road

And

they

keep

me

stru-

tting

when

my

feet

hang

low

Rot-

gut

whis-

key

go-

nna

ease

my

pain

'N

all

this

ru-

nnin's

go-

nna

keep

me

sane

Get

me

drin-

king'

that

moon-

shine

Get

me

higher

than

the

groce-

ry

bill

Take

my

trou-

bles

to

the

high-

wall

Throw

'em

in

the

ri-

ver

and

get

your

fill

We

been

sni-

ffing

that

co-

caine

Ain't

no-

thin'

be-

tter

when

the

wind

cuts

cold

Lord

it's

a

migh-

ty

hard

li-

vin'

But

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads

It's

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads

When

they

lay

me

in

the

cold

hard

clay

Won't

ya

sing

them

hymns

while

the

ban-

jo

plays

You

can

tell

them

la-

dies

that

they

ought

not

frown

Cause

there

ain't

been

no-

thing

e-

ver

held

me

down

Law-

men,

wo-

men

or

a

sha-

llow

grave

Same

ol'

blues

just

a

diffe-

rent

day

Get

me

drin-

king'

that

moon-

shine

Get

me

higher

than

the

groce-

ry

bill

Take

my

trou-

bles

to

the

high-

wall

Throw

'em

in

the

ri-

ver

and

get

your

fill

We

been

sni-

ffing

that

co-

caine

Ain't

no-

thin'

be-

tter

when

the

wind

cuts

cold

Lord

it's

a

migh-

ty

hard

li-

vin'

But

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads

It's

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads

It's

a

damn

good

fee-

lin'

to

run

these

roads