Whiskey Wolves of the West - #1 (The Ballad of Dallas Davidson) Lyrics

# 1 (The Ballad of Dallas Davidson) (Jones, Powell)

Gonna win all kinds of money
Hit the jackpot betting on the ponies
Wake up hangover free down in new orleans

I'll finally find a hurricane that chases
The bad mojo tied to my laces from
Tchoupitoulas to the banks of the Mississippi

Now every word
Rolls off my tongue
Into a song
Thats number one
The verse rings out
While the guitars strum
The tunes I write
Make people hum

Different dates for the days of the week
Too many lines, not enough sleep
Gotta stay ahead of the next big thing

While every word
Rolls off my tongue
Into a song
Thats number one
With the wind that makes
The eagle fly
I'll ease your mind
Troubles are gone

I used to wake to the box car whistle
20 feet from my bedroom window
Feeling dark as the ink on this bright white page

Sometimes when the words ain't coming
I crack a cold one and roll me a number
That's when it all falls into place

I only write
Number ones
The words i sing
People hum
With a sound that makes
The angels cry
I'll ease your mind
Troubles are gone
Troubles are gone