My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.
Old Hank would be proud, and Elvis would too, cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues.
Hell, Justin and I even talking about recording a blues song sometime.
I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.