Charlie Woods & Deep Hollow - Rebel Without a Clue

Grew up a hard one in a dried up town
Daddy worked all the time was never around
Picked up bad habits at an early age
Drove mama crazy with the choices id make
She'd cry and pray I’d see old age
Didn’t care much for school didn’t care much for nothing
But good cold beer and some night time loving
Not good for a whole lot but strumming on strings
Raising a ruckus was my claim to fame getting wild
With nothing to prove
Too young to understand and too dumb to give a damn
About the nonsense id put myself through
Trying to be cool a rebel without a clue
I guess I can blame it on my hillbilly roots
Cocaine coffee and cigarettes used to keep me running when I felt dead
I’ve kicked the coffee and I’ve kicked the coke
But these damn cigarettes I still ain't broke that chain
Oh they’ll kill me one of these days
I’ve always been attracted to outlaw things
My heroes were Willie Waylon and Hank
Burning up the road lonesome ornery and mean
Craving the life of a honkytonk dream somewhere
Outside of these hills
Too young to understand and too dumb to give a damn
About the nonsense id put myself through
Trying to be cool a rebel without a clue
I guess I can blame it on my hillbilly roots
I got a family who look up to me
I try like hell to be the man I should be
I do my best to keep it together
And give them shelter when stormy weather rolls around
And teach them right from wrong
I raise my children the best that I can
But it’s hard sometimes the way I am
To do the right thing and not see red
But it’s hard when I’m wired like my old man you know
I won’t do them like he done me
Too young to understand and too dumb to give a damn
About the nonsense I'd put myself through
Trying to be cool a rebel without a clue
I guess I can blame it on my hillbilly roots
I guess I’ll just blame it on my hillbilly roots

Written by:
Charlie Woods

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