Jackson - Elle King

Momma’s dead and gone

Papa ain’t there

Momma’s dead and gone

And Papa don’t care

Brother buried his head

Pocket full of shotgun shells

It’s just a merry man

Stuck in that whiskey well

What’s left of my backbone

Is building this broken home

Building it up Just to leave me Said he could change me How could you blame me Not breaking the law

To break free

So please

Take Jackson out of me Sister lays her head

She’s just a little queen

She don’t do many things

But she sure can sing

Your hopeless soul

Begging for more time

Grab a dive and get old

Too bad you ain’t the killing kind

For this country wears me down

There’s nothing left for me in this town

These dreams are made

Before I went

For I won’t waste no more time

Yeah!

Take Jackson out of me