Highway Natives - Better Man

Rot-gut whiskey runnin’ through my veins
And I just took a key to that mountain cocaine
To a preacher’s little girl I’m all messed up
But it’s a typical night to those kin in my blood
I’ll be a better man, come mornin’
I know that’s right
I’ll be a better man, come mornin’
Lord, if the devil don’t kill me tonight
There’s a piece of driftwood steady holdin’ me up
As my eyes get blurry from the lightnin’ bugs
We all take a toast and head our way
I’m still searchin’ for a pillow where my head can lay
But I’ll be a better man, come mornin’
And I know that’s right,
I’ll be a better man, come mornin’
Lord, if the devil don’t kill me tonight
Come on!
I got a name around town I’m called too much,
Yeah but too much for me is just enough

Written by:
Brandon Moore, Jordan Miller

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