Brother Roscoe - Four Forty-Five Lyrics

My old man he was a real straight shooter, my mama always walked the line
They never had a reason to fool with the whiskey, the weed, or the wine
But I guess the apple fell a little far from the tree 'cause I'm just looking to find
Any ole way that I can take my edge off and have a real good time

'Cause I ain't lookin' for good clean livin', ain't lookin' to put down roots
I'm just lookin' for a bed to hang my hat on and maybe knock my boots
Well I never been nothin' but a son of a bitch, at least that's what folks say
And if I'm just as God made me then I must have been made around 4:45 on a Friday

Well nobody could mistake me for a high class fella, just a low brow, self-made man
Everything I got I either borrowed or stole or bought second hand
I don't need much more than a roof overhead to know I'll be alright
I got a little bit of bourbon to pass my time and keep me warm at night

'Cause I ain't lookin' for good clean livin', ain't lookin' to put down roots
I'm just lookin' for a bed to hang my hat on and maybe knock my boots
Well I never been nothin' but a son of a bitch, at least that's what folks say
And if I'm just as God made me then I must have been made around 4:45 on a Friday

A little bit of smoke and a little wine, it don't take much to get me feelin' fine
A couple of cold ones and me oh my, I'm lit up light the Fourth of July

Some folks wonder if I'm ever gonna learn to act my age someday
But if I'm just as God made me then I must have been made around 4:45 on a Friday
4:45 on a Friday
4:45 on a Friday
Hey hey hey