Song | Where The Sun Don't Shine |
Artist | Whiskey Myers |
Album | Early Morning Shakes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |