Down Here

Up in the morning down on my luck
Well the money in my pocket, well it’s just ain’t enough
To take you out dancing and buy you pretty things
Had to hustle baby just to get you a ring

Chorus
Down here
Down here
Yea down here

I got a shotgun don’t need the police
‘Cause I’ll shoot you down if you point that piece at me
From Ft Worth to Houston live and die by the gun
Won’t you come and take it son ain’t that how it’s done

Singing songs of freedom in honky-tonks and bars
Sometimes I can feel ‘em sometimes I fall apart
But barley breaking even and just getting by
Get me gas in the van and little to get high

Written by Shawn Nelson.
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