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by Gary E. Andrews - 07/24/26 08:58 PM
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by Gary E. Andrews - 07/24/26 01:23 AM
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Verse 1 Well I was born in the gutter, raised on sin, Learned real quick the devil always grins. Ain’t no sunshine on this blood-soaked track, Just whiskey on my breath and a knife in my back.
Chorus Life ain’t Mister Rogers, it don’t come with a smile, It’ll break your heart and drag you through the miles. Ain’t no neat little lessons, no neighborly song, Out here it’s whiskey and trouble that keeps you strong.
Verse 2 Got a sawed-off shotgun, ridin’ in my truck, Every mile I drive feels like runnin’ outta luck. Police lights flashin’, hounds on the trail, But I’d rather die fast than rot in a cell.
Chorus Life ain’t Mister Rogers, it don’t come with a smile, It’ll break your heart and drag you through the miles. Ain’t no neat little lessons, no neighborly song, Out here it’s whiskey and trouble that keeps you strong.
Verse 3 Well I howl at the moon with the meth-heads and fiends, Rust in my veins and fire in my dreams. This outlaw highway don’t give no rest, Just a coffin-shaped bed when I lay down my chest.
Chorus Life ain’t Mister Rogers, it don’t come with a smile, It’ll break your heart and drag you through the miles. Ain’t no neat little lessons, no neighborly song, Out here it’s whiskey and trouble that keeps you strong
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So light me a smoke, pour the bourbon deep, I’ll dance with the reaper while the angels weep. And when my story’s over, don’t you sing me no hymn, Just crank up the feedback and let the chaos begin.
Chorus Life ain’t Mister Rogers, it don’t come with a smile, It’ll break your heart and drag you through the miles. Ain’t no neat little lessons, no neighborly song, Out here it’s whiskey and trouble that keeps you strong.
Life Ain’t Mister Rogers
Life Ain’t Mister Rogers
Life Ain’t Mister Rogers
We’re all built from the same dust and dreams, Different roads, but the same means.
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