Glitter Ain’t Gold Whiskey Myers

[Verse 1]
They're blowin’ smoke and mirrors
Puttin' pressure on me
But I'm harder than an old Blackjack oak tree
Tell me I’m a sinner
Never claimed to be a saint
I don't claim to be a goddamn thing that I ain't
It's getting old

[Chorus]
Glitter ain't gold, man
I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold

[Verse 2]
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