The Real Me Lyrics
| Song | The Real Me |
| Artist | Shooter Jennings |
| Album | Family Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wake up with my children | |
| Right around the crack of noon | |
| And I do good like a good daddy should | |
| Till the devil rolls out that moon | |
| Once that whiskey hits my lips | |
| It opens up | |
| Pandora's box | |
| And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin | |
| Getting crazy as a white tailed fox. | |
| My eyes start burnin wild and red | |
| Two horns cut thru the top of my head | |
| My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp, | |
| Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart | |
| My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own, | |
| My legs start walkin me anywhere but home | |
| And I'm a double talking, chicken-lickin | |
| Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked | |
| Hole digging pickin son of a gun, | |
| And I'll love you like the devil, bite you | |
| Like a snake and then forsake and break | |
| Everything | |
| I don't take before | |
| I'm done Most people who know me, say | |
| I'm as nice as a guy could be. | |
| That's all fine cuz most of the time | |
| They never get to see the real me. “ | |
| He ain't got a bad bone in his body†| |
| Is how they talk about me back home, | |
| But here my dark side is unable to hide | |
| And you don't want to see my bad bone. | |
| I ‘m mean when | |
| I'm lonesome, | |
| I'm angry when | |
| I'm high, | |
| But I'll chase that nightmare until | |
| I die. |
| I wake up with my children | |
| Right around the crack of noon | |
| And I do good like a good daddy should | |
| Till the devil rolls out that moon | |
| Once that whiskey hits my lips | |
| It opens up | |
| Pandora' s box | |
| And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin | |
| Getting crazy as a white tailed fox. | |
| My eyes start burnin wild and red | |
| Two horns cut thru the top of my head | |
| My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp, | |
| Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart | |
| My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own, | |
| My legs start walkin me anywhere but home | |
| And I' m a double talking, chickenlickin | |
| Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked | |
| Hole digging pickin son of a gun, | |
| And I' ll love you like the devil, bite you | |
| Like a snake and then forsake and break | |
| Everything | |
| I don' t take before | |
| I' m done Most people who know me, say | |
| I' m as nice as a guy could be. | |
| That' s all fine cuz most of the time | |
| They never get to see the real me. | |
| He ain' t got a bad bone in his body | |
| Is how they talk about me back home, | |
| But here my dark side is unable to hide | |
| And you don' t want to see my bad bone. | |
| I m mean when | |
| I' m lonesome, | |
| I' m angry when | |
| I' m high, | |
| But I' ll chase that nightmare until | |
| I die. |
| I wake up with my children | |
| Right around the crack of noon | |
| And I do good like a good daddy should | |
| Till the devil rolls out that moon | |
| Once that whiskey hits my lips | |
| It opens up | |
| Pandora' s box | |
| And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin | |
| Getting crazy as a white tailed fox. | |
| My eyes start burnin wild and red | |
| Two horns cut thru the top of my head | |
| My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp, | |
| Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart | |
| My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own, | |
| My legs start walkin me anywhere but home | |
| And I' m a double talking, chickenlickin | |
| Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked | |
| Hole digging pickin son of a gun, | |
| And I' ll love you like the devil, bite you | |
| Like a snake and then forsake and break | |
| Everything | |
| I don' t take before | |
| I' m done Most people who know me, say | |
| I' m as nice as a guy could be. | |
| That' s all fine cuz most of the time | |
| They never get to see the real me. | |
| He ain' t got a bad bone in his body | |
| Is how they talk about me back home, | |
| But here my dark side is unable to hide | |
| And you don' t want to see my bad bone. | |
| I m mean when | |
| I' m lonesome, | |
| I' m angry when | |
| I' m high, | |
| But I' ll chase that nightmare until | |
| I die. |
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