Hair of the Dog
Chasing Shadows: Shooter Jennings' Spirited Tale of Life's Twists
Lyrics
It's a long long road of livin', I wouldn't wanna be sendin'
Expressing the challenges and difficulties of life, with a reluctance to face them.
The wrong idea that I'm gettin' soft
Concern about being perceived as losing strength or resilience.
I just keep on gettin' lost, I don't care too much
Continued struggles and a sense of indifference towards the difficulties.
If I ever find my way back home
Ambivalence towards the idea of returning home; not a top priority.
The railways are too rusty, the roads are just too dusty
Observation of deteriorating infrastructure and desolation.
I sit and watch the day die all alone
A solitary moment witnessing the end of the day.
It's just me and the sun but pretty soon he's gone
Alone with the fading sunlight, contemplating solitude.
When he goes away, I'll go get stoned
An intention to indulge in substances (e.g., getting stoned) after sunset.
I drank all last night 'till the crack of dawn
Recounting a night of heavy drinking until dawn.
Well, I was pickin' to my favorite country songs
Engaging in a comforting activity, such as playing favorite country songs.
Singing, it won't be long 'till I'm dead and gone
An acknowledgment of mortality and a reflection on life's brevity.
I woke up this morning to the hair of the dog
Waking up the next morning, possibly regretful, referred to as "hair of the dog."
I remember sweet young fame or maybe it was a dream
Nostalgia for a past moment of fame or happiness, possibly unreal or distant.
She was beggin' me to come home when I could
A memory of someone urging the speaker to return home when possible.
And this whole life protests me, it's a curse and a blessing
Reflection on the dual nature of life, both a curse and a blessing.
A glimpse of where, my daddy stood
A glimpse into the speaker's father's experiences and influence.
I drank all last night 'till the crack of dawn
Repetition of the night of heavy drinking, emphasizing a pattern.
Well, I was pickin' to my favorite country songs
Returning to the solace of playing favorite country songs during the night.
And it won't be long 'till I'm dead and gone
A recognition of the inevitability of mortality.
I woke up this morning to the hair of the dog
Another morning waking up to the consequences of the previous night's choices.
I drank all last night 'till the crack of dawn
Continuation of the pattern of heavy drinking and musical solace.
Well, I was pickin' to my favorite country songs
Repetition of engaging in the comforting act of playing favorite country songs.
Singing, it won't be long 'till I'm dead and gone
Reiterating the transient nature of life and the proximity of mortality.
I woke up this morning to the hair of the dog
Awakening to the consequences, again symbolized by "hair of the dog."
Yeah, I woke up this morning to the hair of the dog
A final acknowledgment of waking up to the consequences and repeating the cycle.
Yeah, I woke up this morning
Reiteration of the morning realization, emphasizing the recurring nature of the experience.
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