Younger by the Rye
Well I'm coming back to Fort Worth, Shiner in my blood
And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
And I won't stop for Gamblin' hell I've lost too many Farms
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms
My God
My God
Well someone stole my candles and burned them at both ends
I can't afford to pay attention drank away my drinkin' friends
And I'm hunting down the coyote that howls outside this dive
And I shot out the moon last night with my last 45
My God
My God
Well my mamma was a pistol I'm a son of a gun
My daddy was a yankee and he lived on the run
I was born in a cane field I was raised to blame
Hell I thought I told you boys I'm goin' insane
My God
My God
So I keep on getting old and younger by the rye
I can't take it easy anymore, not a easy going guy
And when my livings all over with no fate left to save
Take bluebonnets, pain, and anger and place them on my grave
My God
My God
Well I'm coming back to Fort Worth Shiner in my blood
And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
And I won't stop for Gamblin hell I've lost to many Farms
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms
And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
And I won't stop for Gamblin' hell I've lost too many Farms
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms
My God
My God
Well someone stole my candles and burned them at both ends
I can't afford to pay attention drank away my drinkin' friends
And I'm hunting down the coyote that howls outside this dive
And I shot out the moon last night with my last 45
My God
My God
Well my mamma was a pistol I'm a son of a gun
My daddy was a yankee and he lived on the run
I was born in a cane field I was raised to blame
Hell I thought I told you boys I'm goin' insane
My God
My God
So I keep on getting old and younger by the rye
I can't take it easy anymore, not a easy going guy
And when my livings all over with no fate left to save
Take bluebonnets, pain, and anger and place them on my grave
My God
My God
Well I'm coming back to Fort Worth Shiner in my blood
And I'm ridin through the midnight hour in a Jacksboro flood
And I won't stop for Gamblin hell I've lost to many Farms
And my women done and fell from me in a richer man's arms
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Scott Tinkham
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