Texty: Steve Earle. I Feel Alright.

I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you would live through me
Then lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away
And hope that I'll just go away

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

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
Yaeh 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