Yelawolf, Shooter Jennings - Shoe String lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Shooter Jennings - Shoe String lyrics]
That's so rock and roll she said
A rollin' stone a tumblin' boulder
I took a puff of my smoke
And fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves
Under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind
Of the whispering pines read her a line from
Poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop
Sign on a country road
I set her straight with a
Letter wait let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the
Glass let her wait she dipped her pot in the
Powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and
Passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le
Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave but I never took
Turn the page I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out end the lease
Took a last look at the lady
In the sheets twin peaks
But, I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the
Mattress bouncin' out the frame hold up
Good night now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But, if I had a dollar to
Go back I wouldn't buy it
But, I dropped four quarters
In the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a
Box of zinfandels and OJ
Hair of the dog tattered and
Beat scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws
Told my momma prepare me a cross
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for
Me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string
A rollin' stone a tumblin' boulder
I took a puff of my smoke
And fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves
Under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind
Of the whispering pines read her a line from
Poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop
Sign on a country road
I set her straight with a
Letter wait let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the
Glass let her wait she dipped her pot in the
Powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and
Passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le
Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave but I never took
Turn the page I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out end the lease
Took a last look at the lady
In the sheets twin peaks
But, I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the
Mattress bouncin' out the frame hold up
Good night now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But, if I had a dollar to
Go back I wouldn't buy it
But, I dropped four quarters
In the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a
Box of zinfandels and OJ
Hair of the dog tattered and
Beat scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws
Told my momma prepare me a cross
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for
Me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string