My first rifle was a .243 Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me And they taught me how to shoot with a steady handI guess that′s somethin' you don′t understand Now, I grew up on a prison farm Sneaking pulls of shine from a.. Read »

Well, the night is my companion And the highway is my home Got me seeking for one last beaconEvery single place I roam They say Jesus was a poor man I guess I wish I had a little more him in me Make it easier going on living.. Read »

I was born a wild child in fear of the Holy Ghost Raised on field holler with the spirit in my bones I turned 15, I was lost to the PentecostI felt a woman′s breast and heard Sway by the Stones Next thing you know Lord, I'm.. Read »