Back Full of Feathers

I throw a dip in my lip just like Pops did And I pour a little bourbon every other night And, yeah, I got a habit of talking shit I may not win, but I'll always fight I may not be what you expect But a hard-working boy lives with no regrets Oh, I can be a little trouble sometimes But that's alright I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't If I'm who I am, it ain't what you want I wear a hat, a fistful of leather You got a halo, back full of feathers Cold hard truth can hurt But cowboys and angels don't always work Your mama never liked me anyway I always wondered if you felt the same Was I just there to pass the time? While you went to college on your daddy's dime Oh, you showed me that life ain't far But what do I care? I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't If I'm who I am, it ain't what you want I wear a hat, a fistful of leather You got a halo, back full of feathers Cold hard truth can hurt But cowboys and angels don't always work Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Whoo, whoo, whoo-ooh