Lyrics:

They're blowin' smoke and mirrors
Puttin' pressure on me
But I'm harder than an old Blackjack oak tree
Tell me I'm a sinner, never claimed to be a saint
I don't claim to be a goddamn thing that I ain't
It's getting old
Glitter ain't gold, man, I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman, I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold

There's a curtain of pines
This side of the river
Can't see that trailer on the hill from the road
White bread and honey, workin' hard for our money
Saving cans all week to turn the man away
It wasn't easy
Neighbors judge from their front porch
Right behind the door, their whole home's in a mess
It's getting old
Glitter ain't gold, man, I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman, I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold, man, I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman, I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold

Glitter ain't gold, man, I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman, I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold, man, I ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets
Ain't a showman, I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter ain't gold