Karaoké John Wayne Whiskey Myers

My grandpa had a rifle that he took from a Vietcong but he pawned it on a guitar when he got back from Saigon

Every now and then

I think about him when I set down to play

Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Amazing Grace

So let the beat roll on

I'm 'bout to get in the zone

I been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own

I burn it 'till it's gone like there ain't nothin' wrong

I'm just out in the shade watchin' the world go up in flames

Now I was born from barbwire

I been stuck out in the fray

Imma shed this mortal coil like a canebrake rattlesnake

I'm gonna feast among the righteous

Gonna see my friends again

Imma dance outside the gates hopin' like hell they let me in

So let the beat roll on

I'm 'bout to get in the zone

I been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own

I burn it 'till it's gone like there ain't nothin' wrong

I'm just out in the shade watchin' the world go up in flames

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

California's burnin'

It's snowin' in the pines

They say the world is endin'

Well maybe it's about time

Have we forgot about the children

Forgot about love

Have we forgot about forgiveness from the good Lord up above

So let the beat roll on

I'm 'bout to get in the zone

I been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own

I burn it 'till it's gone like there ain't nothin' wrong

I'm just out in the shade watchin' the world go up in flames

Watchin' the world go up in flames

Watchin' the world go up in flames

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

In flames