Whitehouse Road
Tyler Childers Lyrics


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Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low
That's about the time my rooster crows
I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don't fret
'Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet

Get me drinkin' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords
Or wind up laying on a coolin' board
But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
And all this running's gonna keep me sane

Get me drinkin' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won't ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
'Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol' blues just a different day

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in the river and get your fill
We've been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads




It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

Overall Meaning

The song "Whitehouse Road" by Tyler Childers is about a hard-working man who lives in a rural area and enjoys the simple pleasures of life, such as drinking moonshine, sniffing cocaine, and running down the roads. He talks about his daily routine, waking up early in the morning and going to bed late at night. He has women all around the creek whom he enjoys spending time with, and he credits them with keeping him going and his engine clean. Although he is exhausted from running the roads, he doesn't complain because he knows that his lifestyle is what makes him feel alive.


He acknowledges that some people might try to discourage him and tell him that he'll end up dead if he continues living this way, but he remains undeterred. He finds solace in his buddies up Whitehouse Road, and they keep him moving even when he's feeling low. He believes that rotted whiskey can ease his pain, and running down the road helps him maintain his sanity. Even when he dies, he doesn't want anyone to feel sorry for him because he has lived life to the fullest, and nothing has ever held him down.


In summary, "Whitehouse Road" is a celebration of a man who is independent, hard-working, and happy with his simple lifestyle. He knows that living his life the way he wants it might eventually take a toll on him, but he is living his best life and doesn't regret it.


Line by Line Meaning

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
At the dawn when the first glimpse of sunlight appears


Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Feeling tired and worn out from a long night


Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low
At sunset when the sky turns orange and yellow


Well that's about time my rooster crows
Just before the sun goes down, my rooster starts crowing


I got women up and down this creek
There are women all along the river who keep me company


And they keep me going and my engine clean
They give me the energy I need to keep moving and stay focused


Run me ragged but I don't fret
They exhaust me but I don't worry about it


'Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet
None of them have been able to bring me to a stop


Get me drinkin' that moonshine
Give me that homemade alcohol


Get me higher than the grocery bill
Make me more intoxicated than I can afford to spend on food


Take my troubles to the highwall
Let me forget my problems


Throw'em in the river and get your fill
Put them away for good and enjoy life


We been sniffing that cocaine
We've been using drugs to stay awake and alert


Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
There's nothing better when it's freezing outside


Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
It's a tough life


But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a good feeling to be on the move and free


I got people try to tell me, Red
People try to warn me


Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead
You'll end up dying if you keep living like this


Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord's
Give your problems to God


Or wind up laying on a coolin' board
Or you'll end up on a mortuary slab


But I got buddies up White House Road
But I have friends who keep me going


And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
They motivate me to keep moving when I'm tired


Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
Cheap whiskey will help me feel better


And all this running's gonna keep me sane
And being on the move will keep me mentally stable


When you lay me in the cold hard clay
When I'm buried in the ground


Won't ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
Play uplifting music at my funeral


You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
Tell the women not to worry or be sad


'Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Nothing has ever been able to stop me


Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Police, women, or even death can't keep me down


Same ol' blues just a different day
I face the same problems every day


It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's great to be on the move




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Tyler Childers

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