Текст 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

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

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