DEAD BEFORE BREAKFAST (Country Boom Bap)
🎧 SONG: DEAD BEFORE BREAKFAST (Country Boom Bap)
🎤 ARTIST: Noah Jaslow @noahjaslow
✍️ WRITTEN BY: Noah Jaslow
© COPYRIGHT: Noah Jaslow 2026 @noahjaslow
🎵 PRODUCTION: Hyphenated Studios @hyphenatedstudio
🔥 MOOD: Dark • Rowdy • Appalachian • Outlaw • Southern Gothic • Gritty
**LYRICS — “DEAD BEFORE BREAKFAST (Country Boom Bap)”**
Mama Dukes always told me,
“Boy, you better slow down…”
Yeah.
I probably should.
Woke up Sunday in my Friday clothes,
One boot missing, God only knows,
Truck in the yard with the headlights on,
Neighbor said I’d been singing till dawn.
Got three dollars and a quarter tank,
A busted lip and nobody to thank,
Coffee’s black and my hands still shake,
Another fine morning for heaven’s sake.
I keep saying I’ll straighten out,
But we both know better by now.
I’ll be dead before breakfast,
Gone before noon,
I’ll be Howling with the dogs underneath the moon.
Living too hard, running too fast,
Like every damn night might be my last.
If the good Lord wants me,
He knows where I’m at,
I’ll be raising hell till the morning bell—
Dead before breakfast.
Bartender knows what I came to drink,
Sheriff knows more than I’d like to think,
Preacher sees me and just shakes his head,
Says, “Son, keep this up and you’ll wake up dead.”
I said, “Preacher, I’ve been trying my best,”
He looked at my flask hanging out of my vest,
Said, “You call that trying?”
I said, “More or less.”
He laughed and said,
“Boy, you’re a goddamn mess.”
I’ll be dead before breakfast,
Gone before noon,
I’ll be Howling with the dogs underneath the moon.
Living too hard, running too fast,
Like every damn night might be my last.
If the good Lord wants me,
He knows where I’m at,
I’ll be raising hell till the morning bell—
Dead before breakfast.
One day I’ll settle down,
Buy a little piece of ground,
Find a good woman,
Quit running around.
Yeah…
One day.
But tonight ain’t it.
Eggs in the skillet,
Sun coming up,
Head feels like somebody
Hit it with a truck.
Pour me some coffee,
Make that shit black—
If I survive breakfast…
I might go right back.
I’ll be dead before breakfast,
Gone before noon,
Still raising hell underneath the moon.
Living too hard, laughing too loud,
Probably ain’t making my mama too proud.
If Saint Peter asks me
How it got this bad,
I’ll say, “Pour me one more—
and I’ll tell you about that.”
Dead before breakfast.
Mama said slow down…
Should’ve listened to Mama Dukes.
Mm-mm…
Too late for that.
© COPYRIGHT: Noah Jaslow 2026 @noahjaslow
Disclaimer: This “artwork” was created using the help of artificial intelligence (AI) and is based on an authentic photograph of Musician /Singer Noah Jaslow. The image is an AI-generated artistic interpretation and does not depict an actual photograph of the scene shown. This image alters footage of a real event or place.
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