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 Pandoraís 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 Iím a double talking, chicken-lickin
Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
Hole digging pickin son of a gun,
And Iíll love you like the devil, bite you
Like a snake and then forsake and break
Everything I donít take before Iím done
Most people who know me, say Iím as nice as a guy could be.
Thatís all fine cuz most of the time
They never get to see the real me.
ďHe ainít got a bad bone in his bodyĒ
Is how they talk about me back home,
But here my dark side is unable to hide
And you donít want to see my bad bone.
I Ďm mean when Iím lonesome,
Iím angry when Iím high,
But Iíll chase that nightmare until I die.
The Real Me Lyrics by Shooter Jennings
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