Griff Jones

swore I’d stop having these old dreams
just an old tool-smith, worn down to the seams
and she used to love me

yeah i used to be a big moonshiner In my younger days
The outlaw with the tricked out car
Living fast and free
used to be the man that could drop the big hammer
and you used to love me

but this life is a carousel That spins in all directions
and leaves you beaten half to death
by all your imperfections
bloody and raw, ready to get out of the game
as they say, used to be a big moonshiner
but not these days

used to be a real moonshiner
driving that old black chevy
fast as white light speed, gun fight ready
drove it into the ether glory and hellbound stories
and you used to love me

you used to be a star-bound beauty
a wide eyed wolf and real-life hungry
a dancer in a smoky bar

and i was your guy with the real fast car
who could never take his eyes off of you
and i used to love you too

used to be a gambler, real gritty handler
break a bottle lay ‘em down
brutal as the noontime sun
used to make ‘em tremble and run
used to be a warm gun on the run son
never lost a fight, a rattlesnake bite
used to be a freight train, nothing could stop me
and you used to love me too
used to be a real moonshiner until you

from - "Love Tigers"