Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whitehouse Road , by - Tyler Childers. Release date: 22.06.2017
Song language: English
Whitehouse Road |
| Early in the morning when the sun does rise |
| Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes |
| Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low |
| That’s about time my rooster crows |
| I got women up and down this creek |
| And they keep me going and my engine clean |
| Run me ragged but I don’t fret |
| 'Cause there ain’t been one slow me down, none yet |
| Get me drinkin' that moonshine |
| Get me higher than the grocery bill |
| Take my troubles to the highwall |
| Throw 'em in the river and get your fill |
| We’ve been sniffing that cocaine |
| Ain’t nothin' better when the wind cuts cold |
| Lord it’s a mighty hard livin' |
| But a damn good feelin' to run these roads |
| I got people try to tell me, Red |
| Keep this livin' and you’ll wind up dead |
| Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord’s |
| Or wind up laying on a |
| cooling board |
| But I got buddies up White House Road |
| And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low |
| Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain |
| An' all this runnin’s gonna keep me sane |
| Get me drinkin' that moonshine |
| Get me higher than the grocery bill |
| Take my troubles to the highwall |
| Throw 'em in the river and get your fill |
| We’ve been sniffing that cocaine |
| Ain’t nothin' better when the wind cuts cold |
| Lord it’s a mighty hard livin' |
| But a damn good feelin' to run these roads |
| It’s a damn good feelin' to run these roads |
| When you lay me in the cold hard clay |
| Won’t you sing them hymns while the banjo plays? |
| You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown |
| 'Cause there ain’t been nothin' ever held me down |
| Lawmen, women or a shallow grave |
| Same ol' blues just a different day |
| Get me drinkin' that moonshine |
| Get me higher than the grocery bill |
| Take my troubles to the highwall |
| Throw 'em in the river and get your fill |
| We’ve been sniffing that cocaine |
| Ain’t nothin' better when the wind cuts cold |
| Lord it’s a mighty hard livin' |
| But a damn good feelin' to run these roads |
| It’s a damn good feelin' to run these roads |
| It’s a damn good feelin' to run these roads |