Pickin Up Cans Lyrics & Chords By Reckless Kelly

I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you would live through me
Then lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to...read more

well my little brother's raising hell living down in texas he proabably ought to be in jail from the stories that he tells us of whiskey nights and rodeos the strippers down...read more

Barbed wire fence carvin' out a hillside, cuttin' holes in the midday sun Like a postcard framed in a windshield covered in dust I love the rhythm of an old grey blacktop,...read more

This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree Out in Agua Dulce And he just keeps on playing hide and seek With that hot August...read more

Amarillo by morning Up from San Antone Everything that I've got Is just what I've got on When that sun is high In that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county...read more