Shooter Jennings - Water Into Wine lyrics

[Verse 1] Life took a turn for the better, I'm on the right road I'm weighed down, I've never carried a light load A lotta' turbulence, bumpy ride on my flight flown I cause a light show every time that the fights on You gotta feel me, it's my life that I fight for Can't forget where I been, no tellin' where I might go I was flyin' no string so the kite's gone Searchin' through the pain in my story for the right song While the night's long, but the day's gone She told me she had had enough, just to stay gone If I could carry more than C notes I'd sing songs Awards Im'a' bring 'em home We'll wake up till the dream is gone [Hook: Waylon and Shooter] Fiddle's don't make violins Hotel rooms don't make homes Can't turn water into wine Can't make a rock from a rolling stone [Verse 2] Papa's a rollin' stone, mamma's a real angel Walkin' behind untangled the web that I had tangled Back an forth across the table like ping pong I'm at the door, you hear the doorbell, ding dong The smoke's chockin' me, tell 'em clean the bong You got more obstacles for me to jump, then bring them on I'm in the field suited up with my cleats on Tryna' get up out these streets but keep writin' these street songs The heat's on, it's too hot? Hop up out the sk**et You say you Bennet, if you ain't in it then you can't feel it I tell the truth in every song so I'm incriminated This is me goin' toe to toe, I'm not intimidated [Hook: Waylon and Shooter] Fiddle's don't make violins Hotel rooms don't make homes Can't turn water into wine Can't make a rock from a rolling stone (But I ain't changin' regardless) [Verse 3] Fame ain't gon' change me, money ain't gon' make me Only doin' what you would if you could so don't hate me I'm carryin' ten times of my weight, it won't break me I'm somethin' new so they don't quite know how to take me I'm in a good space, like "f** what they say" lately Hatred is an ugly trait an they afraid to face me You'll never find another me so don't replace me Embrace me, I'm up against the world, standin' bravely Maybe just maybe, one day they'll pay me The respect that I've earned on the daily since the eighties Over a thousand songs that I may never sing Cause they tellin' me right now freedom's bell may never ring [Hook: Waylon and Shooter] Fiddle's don't make violins Hotel rooms don't make homes Can't turn water into wine Can't make a rock from a rolling stone (But I ain't changin' regardless)