Shooter Jennings - The Real Me lyrics

I wake up with my children Right around the crack of noon And I do good like a good daddy should Till the devil rolls out that moon Once that whiskey hits my lips It opens up Pandora's box And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin Getting crazy as a white tailed fox. My eyes start burnin wild and red Two horns cut thru the top of my head My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp, Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own, My legs start walkin me anywhere but home And I'm a double talking, chicken-lickin Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked Hole digging pickin son of a gun, And I'll love you like the devil, bite you Like a snake and then forsake and break Everything I don't take before I'm done Most people who know me, say I'm as nice as a guy could be. That's all fine cuz most of the time They never get to see the real me. "He ain't got a bad bone in his body" Is how they talk about me back home, But here my dark side is unable to hide And you don't want to see my bad bone. I 'm mean when I'm lonesome, I'm angry when I'm high, But I'll chase that nightmare until I die.