Different Mold - Whiskey Myers

Last note of the evening lingers in my ringing ear

Like a thunder cloud roaring cross the pasture near

Light up a lonely smoke I found in a crushed pack on the floor

My heart sinks as the crowed walked by slowly toward the door

Winding road and showed out shows are things Ive come to love

Cause I’m as free as the wind that flies with lonesome dove

Ramblin on with my life like an outlaw from the old

Not caring if I’m pleasing you

Cause I’m cut yeah

I’m cut from a different mold

I ain’t got no bills to pay I don’t care where I’m going next

People like to hear me play hell maybe I’ll get a check

Moneys dessert on top of a meal I ate for free

Playin for people listening is payment enough for me

Yeah I’m cut from a different mold

I’m cut from a different mold yeah