CCC Shop Jacket (Only 50 made)

Decided to step it up and offer a 
well made cotton jacket.
Perfect for those chilly chopper nights...
100% cotton inner & outer.
Sherpa lined ~ Diamond lined inner sleeves ~ Lined pockets
Inner cell pocket ~ Raw metal snaps ~ Discharge ink print
Medium-XL





Tyler Childers


I was out of my mind the first night we met
I was feeling lonely and blue
I'd just moved to the country to get me some rest
The city can put a hurtin' on you
Especially a fella from eastern Kentucky
Without a penny or a worth to his name
Wasting his life on a burnin' desire
And chasing that honky tonk flame

You were soft on the eyes and a Hymn on the hearing
Leaving me helpless of lines
To get you to listen to the way I was feelin'
And the plans I had made for our night
Hold on now buddy won't ya wait up a minute
You're mistaken if you think I'm the same
As them skirts you've been chasin' all over town
Along with that honky tonk flame

I'm a woman with a love so true
Truth of the matter I'd give it to you
You just got to slow down, quit actin' that way
Burnin' your barn in this honky tonk flame

You were sweet to the touch
And a touch for the takin'
The minute I learned how to breathe
Finally found out that the love of a woman
Who loved me was all that I'd need
Still on the road cause I ain't good for nothin'
Except writing the songs that I sing
Beating them strings like they're owing me money
And chasing that honky tonk flame


But I got me a woman with a love so true
Darlin' to me but that's missus to you
All I did was slow down and quit actin' insane
Burnin' my barn in this honky tonk flame

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Tyler Childers

White House Road

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low
Well that's about time my rooster crows
I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don't fret
'Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord's
Or wind up laying on a coolin' board
But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
And all this running's gonna keep me sane

Get me drinkin' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won't ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
'Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol' blues just a different day

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

Orleans 1973

Stoned
Workin' all night and day
Playin' the time away
I just wanna go home put my feet up and get stoned
Back and forth to New York
Somebody please pull the cork
If I gotta be there I just know I got to be stoned
Who can depend on a life on the road
Missin' your friends and havin' no home
I'm not complainin' just let it be knowed
That the best way to dig is to put on a load
Gettin' to sleep before dawn
Ain't somethin' you can count on for long
But when I gotta stay up I count on that cup to get stoned
Studio hours always leave you a mess
They don't give you no peace
They don't give you no rest
Heaven knows I love that sweet music to death
And when I'm dyin' from the hundredth take
I take out my very best bottle
And pour me a round
Things start to settle down
If you can't beat'em
Join 'em once and for all and get
Stoned, plowed, lord knows how
It makes it easy to get through it all