Feel Alright - Steve Earle

I was born my papa’s son

A wandering eye and a smoking gun

Now some of you would live through me And lock me up and throw away the key

Or just find a place to hide away

And hope that I’ll just go away, huh

But I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

And I’ll bring you precious contraband

And ancient tales from distant lands

Of conquerors and concubines

And conjurers from darker times

Betrayal and conspiracy

Sacrilege and heresy

But I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

I got everything you want or need

Your darkest fear, your fondest dream

I ask you questions, tell you lies

Criticize and sympathize

Yeah, but be careful what you wish for, friend

Because I’ve been to hell and now I’m back again

I feel alright, yeah, I feel alright tonight

Yeah, I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

I feel alright, feel alright