I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' 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
Hope that I'll just go away, huh

I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

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

Well I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
I feel alright, I feel alright tonight

I got every thing 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
'Cause 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
Feel alright, feel alright

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Writer(s): STEVE EARLE