| Song | Where The Sun Don't Shine |
| Artist | Whiskey Myers |
| Album | Early Morning Shakes |
| Stretching that fence all day long | |
| Post hole digger and a come along | |
| Sweating out a living in the Texas heat | |
| My money’s running thin and life ain’t cheap | |
| This hard work ain’t cutting it lately | |
| Repo man calling all the time | |
| This honest wage ain’t savin us abby | |
| So I’m setting up shop where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine gonna take my time | |
| Headed back to the holler gotta make a dime | |
| With some corn, pressure and copper line | |
| Gonna make a better living where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine | |
| Single mom back against the wall | |
| Child support ain’t paid at all | |
| Shakin them bones from 7 to 3 | |
| Doing what it takes to make ends meet | |
| Miss minimum wage wasn’t cutting it lately | |
| Down and out had to draw the line | |
| Waiting tables wasn’t raising a baby | |
| Now she’s swinging on a pole where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine gonna lose her mind | |
| Dancing on the stage in the neon lights | |
| With a swing, a shake, a shimmy to the side | |
| Gonna make a better living where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine | |
| Used to have a good job at the factory | |
| Until he lost his legs to an IED | |
| Worries al day about the lights staying on | |
| His wife took off when the money was gone | |
| And his real life ain’t cutting it lately | |
| Never was the fightin kind | |
| And Uncle Sam ain’t saving your papers | |
| So he’s cookin it up where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine let the red smoke climb | |
| Battery acid, bathtub kind | |
| Shootin and scoopin them Sudafed lines | |
| Turnin powder into cash where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine | |
| Where the sun don’t shine |
| Stretching that fence all day long | |
| Post hole digger and a come along | |
| Sweating out a living in the Texas heat | |
| My money' s running thin and life ain' t cheap | |
| This hard work ain' t cutting it lately | |
| Repo man calling all the time | |
| This honest wage ain' t savin us abby | |
| So I' m setting up shop where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine gonna take my time | |
| Headed back to the holler gotta make a dime | |
| With some corn, pressure and copper line | |
| Gonna make a better living where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine | |
| Single mom back against the wall | |
| Child support ain' t paid at all | |
| Shakin them bones from 7 to 3 | |
| Doing what it takes to make ends meet | |
| Miss minimum wage wasn' t cutting it lately | |
| Down and out had to draw the line | |
| Waiting tables wasn' t raising a baby | |
| Now she' s swinging on a pole where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine gonna lose her mind | |
| Dancing on the stage in the neon lights | |
| With a swing, a shake, a shimmy to the side | |
| Gonna make a better living where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine | |
| Used to have a good job at the factory | |
| Until he lost his legs to an IED | |
| Worries al day about the lights staying on | |
| His wife took off when the money was gone | |
| And his real life ain' t cutting it lately | |
| Never was the fightin kind | |
| And Uncle Sam ain' t saving your papers | |
| So he' s cookin it up where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine let the red smoke climb | |
| Battery acid, bathtub kind | |
| Shootin and scoopin them Sudafed lines | |
| Turnin powder into cash where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine | |
| Where the sun don' t shine |