Whiskey Myers Glitter Ain't Gold
They're blowin smoke in mirrors
Putting pressure on me
But I'm harder than an old black jack oak tree
Tell me I'm a sinner
Never claimed to be a saint
I don't claim to be a god damn thang that I ain't
It's getting old
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't Gold
There's a curtain of pines
This side of the river
Can't see that trailer on the hill from the road
White bread and honey
Workin hard for our money
Saving cans all week to turn the man away
It wasn't easy
Neighbors judge from their front porch
Right behind the door their whole home's in a mess
It's getting old
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold
