"The Real Me" lyrics - SHOOTER JENNINGS

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 through 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 you
Break everything I don't take before I'm done

Most people who know me
Says I'm as nice as a guy could be
That's all fine 'cause 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

My eyes start burnin' wild and red
Two horns cut through 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 you
Break everything I don't take before I'm done

Well, I'm mean when I'm lonesome
I'm on'ry when I'm high
I'm a dream when I want to
But I'll chase that nightmare until I die
I'll chase that nightmare until I die
I'll chase that nightmare until I die

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 you
Break everything I don't take before I'm done

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 you
Break everything I don't take before I'm done