Tyler Childers — Whitehouse Road
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Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Laying in the bed with blood shot eyes
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low
That's about time my rooster crows
I've got women up and down this creek
Way to keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged, but I don't fret
'Cause there ain't been one slow me down just yet
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
I got people trying to tell me Red
Keep this living and you wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of lords
Wind up lying on the cooling board
But I got buddies up at white house road
They keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
And all this running is gonna keep me sane
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won't you sing them hymns while the banjo plays?
We could tell them ladies that they ought not frown
'Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Law man, women or a shallow grave
Same old blues, just a different day
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
Laying in the bed with blood shot eyes
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low
That's about time my rooster crows
I've got women up and down this creek
Way to keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged, but I don't fret
'Cause there ain't been one slow me down just yet
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
I got people trying to tell me Red
Keep this living and you wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of lords
Wind up lying on the cooling board
But I got buddies up at white house road
They keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
And all this running is gonna keep me sane
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won't you sing them hymns while the banjo plays?
We could tell them ladies that they ought not frown
'Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Law man, women or a shallow grave
Same old blues, just a different day
Get me drinking that moonshine
Get me higher than a grocery bill
Take my troubles to the high wall
Throw them in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold
Lord, it's a mighty hard living
But a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
It's a damn good feeling to run these roads
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"Get me higher than a grocery bill" is an unfortunately stronger metaphor now than in 2017
Uggg more Country?
Uggg more Country?
Really? For me it barely classifies as country; the bluegrass is stronger in this song. A lot of his stuff is very folk traditional inspired but with his own unique modern take. Is it just the twangy voice you don't like? Unlike some country artists that's actually how his speaking voice sounds.
I'm not a fan at all of the glam mainstream pop-country at all, but Childers is completely different. Very skilled writer and guitarist with refreshingly honest lyrics, mostly addressing the harsh realities of life in rural Appalachia. If memory serves he donates the proceeds from some of his work to social causes in that region.