Tyler Nance

Midwest Memoir Lyrics by Tyler Nance We were wailin’ at the exit signs on Highway 49 Couple short of a DUI, thank God for 40th lane Bootleggers with Miller Lite

Shovel Lyrics by Tyler Nance Here we go again It seems like I’m always hitting a dead-end road I’m rock-bottom low In my defense I been busy as a broke

I’m Not Him Lyrics by Tyler Nance Don’t worry, Mama, I’ll be out in a few weeks I just traded all my freedom for one too many drinks I know

Whiskey Me or the Pain Lyrics by Tyler Nance She’s probably cooked out on the couch somewhere I’ll look home on And she’s teething at the mouth, Lord knows what