Die Full

Sold my soul to the devil To pick up this here box Run my fingers up and down its neck Just to hear that sweet thing talk That six string gals been good to me Gave me everything I could ever dream Lord it brought me out of dark times Growing up poor skipping rocks Foster homes and trailer parks Alcohol and handcuffs Im here to tell you brother You can still build something if you come from nothin Im here to preach you sister Raise hell, don't quit, keep moving like a Texas twister Its us who grew up empty We'll all die full Its us who grew up empty We'll all die full I remember the day my momma died I hung my head and God I cried A song helped me grieve When I turned eighteen I moved out To a state I never heard about With forty dollars to my name Lord I made that dollar stretch Always two steps from the edge Damn proud of the life I've built out here Im here to tell you brother You can still build something if you come from nothin Im here to preach you sister Raise hell, don't quit, keep moving like a Texas twister Its us who grew up empty We'll all die full Its us who grew up empty We'll all die full Die full, die full, die full Die full, die full, die full