Bad Honky Tonkin'


With twelve I’ve been in prison killed my brother in his sleep
The whole time I was smiling ‘cause I knew I was into deep
My Mama told me oh boy I still love you my last son
I’m sure her doubts grew with every rising sun
 
People call me Hunter can’t look behind my smile
I’m a Bad Honky Tonkin’ since for ever and a while
You better watch out when you walk into my sight
I’m 1%, with a mean machine, always in for a dangerous ride
 
Ch:
I’m a bad honky tonkin’ son of a gun
A whiskey drinkin’, weed smokin’, takin’ shit of none
With a motor runnin’ between my legs I ride each highway under the sun
 
When I look into the mirror I can’t stand the given image
I don’t like the idea that I am my only limit
I tried different things, I got married, had a wife
Just to kill that woman and bring fun into my life
 
Then went to see my Daddy and I shot that bastard down
The cops found me drinking in the darkest bar in town
Up again in the jailhouse I still wasn’t free
Though a riot in the cellblock can mean the world to me
 
Ch:
I’m a bad honky tonkin’ son of a gun
A whiskey drinkin’, weed smokin’, takin’ shit of none
With a motor runnin’ between my legs I ride each highway under the sun
 
The guards there didn’t like me, they couldn’t break my will
‘Cause I rob, and I deal, I steal as I want and sometimes I push in a kill
So they tried to make me walk the line and I went for a run
One hand on the throttle and the other on the gun
 
Ch:
I’m a bad honky tonkin’ son of a gun
A whiskey drinkin’, weed smokin’, takin’ shit of none
With a motor runnin’ between my legs I ride each highway under the sun

© Words and Music by Ian Andrews