Artist: Yelawolf Album: Trial By Fire Song: Daylight Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Yelawolf] Daylight, whoa daylight Daylight, is comin again Whiskey, whoa whiskey Whiskey, my only friend... [Yelawolf] Got me a bottle, lookin out at my El Dorado Smokin a 'boro, whip up an egg and avocado I'm on the porch like a slummy Ralph Lauren model Flannel shirt like a lumberjack choppin a log-o Pistol next to the ashtray, no bow and arrow Got blah-blah though, knock the beef out ya top nacho I'm livin life like there is a tomorrow I'm slow motion, I'm slow cookin, the crockpot holds potatoes I smell the storm comin, I like watchin a sorrow I like watchin that muddy water fillin up the potholes I like hearin the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songs So I can think long; an aficionado Raindrops on the string hit, a pizzicato I'm free-fallin, the airplane pilot's on idle Freezer lookin like I hit the lotto And I got beer colder than a Colorado hollow Do you follow? [Chorus: Yelawolf] And just like the howlin wolf A couple sips down and it's nothin but blues Alcohol and rain, now that's what grown men do You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof Cause when the raindrops fallin on that old tin roof I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues To get down, to get down I get loaded down To get down I get loaded Call me what you want but don't call past two Unless you got some liquor to contribute To get down, to get down I get loaded down To get down I get loaded When the raindrops fallin on that old tin roof I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues To get down, to get down I get loaded down To get down I get loaded Call me what you want but don't call past two Unless you got some liquor to contribute To get down, to get down I get loaded down To get down I get loaded [Yelawolf] Drinkin 'til I'm heavily faded All the sudden the suds I'm sippin got me feelin edumacated I complicate the uncomplicated My drinkin partners are the greatest, me and my buddy Jack Davis Daniel's, whatever, we Jimmy Beamin, if we get lucky maybe We get a visit from the baby King 13 and, go fuckin crazy Ten racks for a crystal chandelier full of liquid swazy Now Patsy Cline got me +Walkin' After Midnight+ I'm tippin the neck, gotta make sure to keep the lid tight Was sittin up with attention and now I just, sit like slump down in my chair like a pimp, ponderin this life I'm the great grandson of Otis Williams Part of me's Cherokee, the other part is a pilgrim So me and firewater's like splittin me up the middle One's tryin to love him, the other one's tryin to kill a man [Chorus] [Outro: Yelawolf] Daylight, whoa daylight Daylight, is comin again Whiskey, whoa whiskey Whiskey, my only friend