Got a gut full o’ bourbon, pocket full o’ sin, Hitchin’ rides with the reaper, wearin’ whiskey grin, Spit in the dirt, got mud on my boots, Ain’t no halo gonna fit these roots. Rattlesnake eyes in the dashboard light, Black teeth smile when I pick a fight, Rust in my veins, piss in the wind, Suckin’ down smoke just to breathe again. I’m a graveyard gasoline sonuvabitch, Runnin’ my mouth in a backroad ditch, Bar fight angel, cigarette spark, Howlin’ at God from a trailer park. Ain' no freedom around these parts. Old crow feathers hang off my hat, Knife in my boot for a dog like that, She said “baby you’re poison in a leather coat” Told her “sweetheart, pour another shot down my throat.” I’m a graveyard gasoline sonuvabitch, Runnin’ my mouth in a backroad ditch, Bar fight angel, cigarette spark, Howlin’ at God from a trailer park. Ain' no freedom around these parts. Got a switchblade tongue and a redneck curse, Nail me down, I just come back worse, Ain’t no savior in a neon sign, I’m a roadhouse ghost with a broke jawline. I’m a graveyard gasoline sonuvabitch, Runnin’ my mouth in a backroad ditch, Bar fight angel, cigarette spark, Howlin’ at God from a trailer park. Yeah I’m graveyard gasoline, rollin’ mean, Rust-bucket heart and a drunk man’s dream, Kickin’ up trouble ‘til I can’t be seen — Dead on arrival with a full tank of mean.
