John Wayne

John Wayne - Whiskey Myers

Composed by：Cody Cannon/Jamey Gleaves/Tony Kent

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 nothing wrong

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

Up in flames

I was born from barbwire I been stuck out in the fray

I'ma shed this mortal coil like a canebrake rattlesnake

I'm gonna feast among the righteous gonna see my friends again

I'ma dance outside the gates hoping 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 nothing wrong

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

Up in flames

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

California's burning it's snowing in the pines

They say the world is ending 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 nothing wrong

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

Up in flames

Watching the world go up in flames

Watching the world go up in flames

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah