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Tigerman WOAH!

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i don’t mind working for a livin

but a piece dies the first time ya clock in

these long hours can be unforgiving

on your neck, your back, and your skin

so i drive, across the tobin bridge

to get to work, this cant be all it means to live

and if that bridge should fall

me my truck and all

dont ya dredge up my body, the ocean waves will bring me peace

We could use a shoulder

some strength to stand and work another day

to get the money that pays for our drinkin

keeps the questions and the answers far away

from fore i’z grown and till they carve my grave

They’ll be starvation, confusion and rage

cant live on work, or a government claim

when salvation comes, we’ll be in our graves

long after i’m gone, the world will change

when it does, plant a red flag upon my grave

for it was us, with sweat and blood

that built this land, forged with love

to bring this day, we never would see

so remember us, come jubilee

from when were born, till we dig their graves

we’ll always fight fight fight fight, for freedom we crave

when comes the day, the last battles won

we’ll be long dead, burry us with our guns

We could use a shoulder

some strength to stand and work another day

just one reason to care about the future

if we ain’t gonna see it anyway

long after i’m gone, i know the world will change

when it does, plant a red flag upon my grave

and when we win, stroll past my grave

and pour their blood, across my christian name

Another long day at mr, peabody’s mine

Another walk through the gate past them 3-story tires

But I dare not speak out though it kills me to know

I sold my soul to the company store

 

I sold my soul

And it wont come back no never no more

I owe my soul, my body and soul

And it wont come back no never no more

Handbills passed to workers far and near

Saying all them things poor folks want to hear

Then thousands miles traveled, nothing to show

And you owe your soul to the company store

 

I owe my soul

I sold my soul to the company store

I lost my soul, and it wont come back no never no more

I hail from the town burdened with his name

His house still stands, they give tours everyday

Where the mine once was is now littered with homes

by the people who lived and died at the mine up the road

 

Where i come stands a mountain of blood

80 miners dead and only 30 company thugs

a shoot out on Blair mountain over workers rights

better not forget we’re at war boy, fight!

 

I stole my soul

I took it right back from the company store

Nobody own my soul,

and i wont go back no never no more

 

ten thousand brave miners saw the only way

to do an honest day’s work and get an honest day’s pay

steal a train, circle the mountain with guns

hop on yall, the time has come

put on your red bandannas, pack a pistol in your jeans

that’s the only redneck to be proud to be

an anti-racist union soldier that rallys to war

against the companies, government, and attacks on the poor

 

They stole there soul….

And they took it right back from that company store

Nobody own our souls

And we wont go back no never no more

we won’t back down no never no more

we don’t owe shit to the company store

Im a low life sippin on a high life, on a warm august night

couldnt ask for better friends

Bunch of low lifes sucking down highlifes

We spend our working hours on the mend

We party get wasted, regret the time were waisting,

wake up and go to work again

We party, get wasted, talk about the time were wasting

B: Working, drinking, sleeping til its time to do it all again

Im a lowlife sipping on a highlife, in the heat of summer

I wanna riot, I need the satisfaction

Of a burning capitol, of burning capital

But im scared Id get arrested, lose my job, or my house oh I know I don’t need this rifle but I feel a tangible power with the cold steel in my hand

That’s something you don’t feel everyday

That’s why we party, get wasted, collectivize our sorrow

drinking til it don’t hurt so bad

We party, get wasted, talk about the times were facing

Get together, keep our spirits out their grasp

B: Working, drinking, sleeping til its time to do it all again

And if i had some guts, id walk into the republicrat convention with my friends

Armed to the teeth give em a led benediction

And not because Im righteous or have convictions

But cause I cant deal with the death anymore

In Gaza, in Ramallah, in Ferguson and Lynn

can’t keep it together as the world falls apart

lets turn this party into a party

collectivize our power,

No more drinking til it don’t hurt so bad

Ditch red cups, fly red flags

Gotta flip the the table if ya don’t like how its set

party! get freedom, be proud of the time we spent

wake up into a whole new way

Instead we party, get wasted, sing about the time were waisting

wake up and go to work again

We party, get wasted, sing about the time were wasting

wake up and go to work again

Working, drinking, sleeping til its time to do it all again

Im broke and I’m busted got a ways to go

These boys took me away from home

Im broke and im busted’ pray strobe lights dont take me home

These boys the only thing I got left of a home

Time to think, driving south with a dream

Ive been sick been tired, I been itchin to go

hit the road driving south with a dream

left my trouble, my plans back home

And I don’t know much, but with these boys i found a home

Turns out I don’t need much else, no this van is my home

broke and im busted, and I don’t know

If this van got the guts to get me home

Cause im broke and im busted my prayers spent on a god that I don’t know

Though this vans got us here, we don’t gotta get back home

With these boys right here i finally found a home

don’t you use up your prayers on a god that you don’t know

Low on gas, and we aint got no smokes

And this highway is getting cold

Outta gas, we aint got no smokes

And this highways sure getting us cold

Next thing I know were broke and broken down,

this van wont get us home

Broke and im busted but i don’t care, playing a show for no-one on the side of the road

Im broke and im busted, pushing this van right down the road

Though this vans got us here, we don’t gotta get back home

with these boys right here, i finally found a home

don’t you use up your prayers on a god that you don’t know

tell me how deep does that water go

we might not never know

before we drown

In old crow village the rain never stops

in old crow village water’s over the top

and old man Reardon put a gun to his chest

in old crow village an old man is dead

tell me how deep does that water go

in old crow village there’s floods in the streets

the chemicals seep in the ground from the tannery

got three feet of water in the shops downtown

oh, if it keeps getting higher we’re all gonna drown

oh tell me how deep does that water go

we might not never know

before we drown

Remember at 6 yrs old

hanging off them monkey bar poles

you know you got to watch your back

and the only way to survive is friends, make em with who’er ya can

and hope them big guys leave you alone

But that only last so long, they come for you they come for everyone

ya know them big guys from the playground

can’t let em run your life

when your just 14 years old

first day of high school

and you don’t know where to sit

oh cause where you do will it decide your fate?

for the next four years

or for the rest of your life, and you wanna choose right

nooooo!

ya I learned politics from a playground

ya I learned politics from a beatdown at 9 years old

And over and over again

ya I learned more from that playground

When I learned how to take a beatdown, and over again

i wont roll over again

Just who are your friends? We mapped our enemies out on

the playground like the country side of ’49

surrounded school like a city

peoples war on the bully’s show em no pity

Mao Tse Tung twisters on the bus, build the united front

well I learned politics on a playground

I learned politics from a beatdown at 9 years old

And over and over again

I learned more from that playground

When I learned how to take a beatdown, at 9 years old

and over and over again

and school bosses dont do a damn thing

you need to bring the people with ya

or they’ll beat you, remember that

learned united front at 9 years old

from a battle on the bus

learned politics from a play ground

ya i learned politics from a beat down

Its war out there I said

Its war

Noooooo!

well I learned politics from a playground

ya I learned politics from a beatdown at 9 years old

And over and over again

ya I learned united front on a playground

when I learned how to take a beatdown at 9 years old,

i wont roll over again

Well they stood out on the picket line, 102 days, they’d made up their mind, and

picketed the coldest months of winter

Locked out the bosses keeping out scabs,

sticking together the only thing that they had

69 Strike, strike

Strike for your life,

cant beat the company unless we fight

Let the barrel fires burn, til revolution

69 Strike, strike

Strike for your rights,

cant beat the company unless we fight

Let the bricks fly, prepare for a revolution

Strike, strike, strike, strike for your life,

cant beat the company unless we fight

let the bricks fly, prepare for a revolution

Fifty years later say they’ll close the gate, shut the place down if we don’t behave,

well I for one am sick of running scared

Healthcare goes up with the CEO pay, treat ya like a number give ya disease and infection,

then take away your pension

tired of seeing working people dyin on their knees,

time to stand up stop asking please

take it, go on and take it

cross the street from the factory fast food workers fighting to eat,

yelling 15 dollars an hour, and the right to a union

the economy’s been changing,

to the bottom we’re tired of racing, need a general strike

Strike, strike strike

Strike for your life,

oh you forgot? were at war yall fight

Let the banners fly, this is training for a revolution

Strike, strike, strike

Strike for your life,

strike for your kids don’t you lay down and die

This aint no strike now, this is revolution

Strike, strike, strike

Strike for your life,

don’t you mistake it were at war yall fight

Let the bullets fly, this ain’t no strike this become revolution

Oh we Came to the conclusion

there was only one solution

Workers and oppressed peoples, strike and make a revolution

Time we seize their hoarded money mountains

if it takes blood shooting out like fountains

What if the National Guard came in and they turned there guns?

I caught my meal by the grace of the rod

I slung that line right off the dock

Well that sheepshead they love crab you see

Put em on a bobber keep it out the weeds

Barnacle tooth they squish that crab

Hooked by the jaw I drag em in

We get a little loud out on the pond

It’s a long day ‘fore the work is done

In my boat I aint got no thought

I love the way my body rock

Get a sea bass on the Saugus Riv

Set my drag with a touch of give

time goes fast out here ya sea

a nap will be the death of me

Cant get out that river no more

low tide turned the sea to shore

Wait 12 hours til the tide come in

or wade through the mud with a pint of gin?

their aint no hope for me no more

That mud like cement to the sea floor

Shoulda kept my radio right by me

Keep my radio right by me

somebody help me out call channel 16

Everything I thought I knew I come to find

Is a lie is a lie is a lie

Fighting for crumbs off the masters table

For the rest of our lives, til you die, it’s a crime

And it gets passed down to your youngens

Who like you will fight to survive

don’t that tell you what were doing here

We’re here to fight, and not just to survive

if you can see yourself on every once of wealth

the sweat that binds you with everyone else

every crumb we get from the masters should remind us we prepared his meal

they want us squabbling over table scraps, so they may rule another thousand years

Everything I thought I knew I come to find

Is a lie is a lie is a lie

And don’t that tell you what were doing here

With our truth we’ll fight to survive

And it gets passed down to our youngens

So that they may live to thrive

That they might seize their share of every once of wealth know their sweat binds them with everyone else

No more crumbs from the masters,

everyone a seat at our meal

No more squabbling over table scraps,

may we rule for a thousand years

You can’t build revolution if you won’t dance

if you wanna make revolution let me see ya dance

Why build revolution if you cant dance

if you wanna make revolution shake your ass

Alright now we gonna dance so hard and fierce, we gonna topple this whole system

feel em tremble

cause we love hard, we fight hard, but we dance even harder

ready, get with it now, sock it to em!

If I can’t dance I don’t want a part of your revolution

If I can’t dance it ain’t my revolution

If I can’t dance I don’t want a part of your revolution

You know we’re gonna dance come, come revolution

Don’t need nobody telling us how to move our feet

Aint no great leap forward if I can’t get out my seat

Why build revolution if you can’t dance

if you wanna make revolution shake that ass

You can’t build revolution if you won’t dance

if you wanna make revolution let me see ya dance

Don’t need nobody telling us how to move our feet

Aint no great leap forward if I can’t get out my seat

A red future is vibrant, oh it ain’t gray

don’t listen to what the bourgeoisies mouth pieces say

But If I can’t dance I don’t want a part of your revolution

If the people can’t dance it ain’t my revolution

If I can’t dance I don’t want a part of your revolution

Til u came back to claim me, I was hurt but I’da made it on my own

I told u so

And you don’t like to bicker

But you know I aint a quitter and I’ll fight

Through the night

I chase your bait and carrot but your silence leaves me stranded all the time

Been a long long time

cant do this on my own

don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna go

You know I’m sick from exposure

How many times Ive told you

My hearts yours if you will keep it, but you don’t know if you feel it

past little while – maybe the whole time

When you came back to claim me, you thought

i was joking when I sang it ain’t alright, it ain’t alright

Your a real good second guesser, I know there’s secrets in your dresser I won’t try to find

I see em in your eyes

And you talk of getting married

But im a burden you cant carry, oh you’ve tried

So i roll my eyes

when your mad I know your thinking

Good lord with all his drinking who am I

What’’ll he become

maybe your scared for what id do, if I wasn’t passing time with you

How quick Id die, or have a son

I ain’t looking for a savior

You act up and try to play her

I don’t mind, I guess i mind

i could never hate ya, but just know my heart is breaking

all the time and you know why

its cause there’s something you ain’t saying

If you just passing time and waiting for a sign, here it is

If we ain’t got a future fuckoff ill go to Utah and won’t come back

when I run into your mother

I’ll remember I would of loved ya till I died,

i will not lie

As my heart grows colder

I hope you know your running out of time

Your a real good second guesser, I know there’s secrets in your dresser I won’t try to find

Cause they’re in your sigh

Now you don’t talk of getting married

hell, won’t even look me in the eyes,

What have we become?

For I’ve had many lovers, I think of them with fondness all the time

But they don’t wrench my guts make me mean and make me fuss on our time, this is our last time

If we ain’t got a future fuck off ill go to Utah and won’t come back

when I run into your mother

I’ll remember I would of loved ya till I died,

i will not lie

As my heart grows colder I hope

you know your running out of time

So this is how we do it, when the words don’t come out right?

we’ll sing clues into each other, keep cold under the covers through the night

for how much time?

Tho you dream the grass is greener, let me tell ya I been there from time to time

No need to lie

You ain’t much for screaming and yelling so ill put this in a letter

and ill wait for your reply

Tell me, “you are mine”

cause ya know that i aint waiting no more

time

There’s a workhorse warehouse down in the field

Boards fallin’ off and old rusted steel

stiff smell of pride and blood, blue collar perfume

you know they don’t make em like they used to

There’s still a stash of smokes behind the line

Old dried out paint brushes turpentine

Old dusty machinery, grease buckets and stock

There’s still a stack of cards for punchin’ the clock

gone are the days and times gone by

Of firm handshakes and a look in the eye

An honest days work, cash in hand

The glory days are gone for the working class

These times are hard, these times we’re livin’

underpaid men and exploited women

Of hefty pay raises for the few at the top

The people in their pockets are politicians and cops

There’s a workhorse warehouse down in the field

Boards fallin’ off and old rusted steel

There’s a stiff smell of pride and blood, blue collar perfume

You know they don’t make em like they used to

These times are hard, these times we’re livin’

Of underpaid men and exploited women

Of hefty pay raises for the few at the top

The people in their pockets are politicians and cops.

There’s a workhorse warehouse down in the field

Boards fallin’ off and old rusted steel

There’s a stiff smell of pride and blood, blue collar perfume

You know they don’t make em like they used to

There’s a hole in my belly that the booze just grows

If I put a ring round your finger

that wouldn’t change at all

Bless the pains in my heart only you and I control

i keep ripping out pieces like it’ll make me whole

Theres a hole in my belly that the booze just grows

If I put a ring around your finger you think id change at all?

im a man with a sin born in my bones

got a yearning for something stronger that keeps holding on

Theres a hole in my nose I just pour in coke

Now theres a hole in my aorta cause I lost control

Bless them pains in my heart only you and I could know

Though it hurts real good it don’t make me feel whole

Theres a pain in my guts that the booze controls

If I put I ring round your finger

would i change at all?

Bless them pains in my heart only you and I control

Though it hurts real bad don’t it make you whole?

Up South vol. III

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Hello? Hello Hello?
Can hear him calling from his backyard grave
well i swear i just saw Koopa’s ghost
you know i miss my best friend most right before i go to bed
he used to rub my head and treat me tenderly 
when i want them eyes looking back at me
from the foot of my bed
i call his name

Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
remember how i used to sing your name like
Hey Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
i swore id love you to the end

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Can hear him crying from his backyard grave when i call his name 
Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
remember how i used to sing your name like
Hey Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
i swore id love you to the end

well i swear i just saw Koopa’s ghost
you know i miss my best friend most right before i go to bed
he used to tuck me in and treat me tenderly 
when i need them eyes looking back at me
from the foot of my bed
i call his name

Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
i never got the chance to say, one last
Hey Koopa Troopa hey alihoopa
i swear ill love you to the end

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Its time we both got some rest.
Good night my friend.
way back in 1912 apartheid south, white and black ladies of the night walked separate routes
some white hookers got together and they all agreed this year they'd march in the mardi gras parade 
oh and word got out across them tracks
cause no women was allowed to mask
so some ladies dressed up like babydolls
satin skirts, bloomers, and razor blades in their garter belts

and the boys scream no no no
they hollering no
and you could hear jim crows ghost
crying no

well them sailors cam into port carrying money disease and wine
to the red light district go storyville them soldiers wandered to unwind
found the black hookers done organized, had big sticks
sick off being marginalized
the women dressed up like babydolls
desegregated that parade with their power

and the boys scream no no no
they hollering no
and you could hear jim crows ghost
crying no

so the women dressed up like babydolls
got razorblades and solved all their problems
Drinking and drugging, fighting and cussing
i know this aint what it is to be free
if i cut down my drinking drugging and cussing 
then i might know what it is to be free

it makes me bitter
it makes me mean
that this world were fighting for
we aint ever gonna see

smokin and shooting
destroying and polluting
self-destructions the name of the game
now i feel like a soldier 
with a lost cause to die for
neck deep in the shit
oh it wont let me free

it makes me bitter
it makes me mean
that this world were fighting for
we aint ever gonna see

Drinking, drugging, fighting, cussing
i know this aint what it is to be free
if i cut down my drinking drugging and cussing
i might not betray what I'm dying to see

it makes me bitter
it makes me mean
that this world were fighting for
we aint ever gonna see
Flying over jordan
When the sun don't shine over, over jordan 
Can't see a star in the sky over jordan
No your blinded by the fire burning over jordan, one on these days
HALLEIOUYAH one of these days HALLEIOUYAH
By holy water standing ground
Rise up Palestine won't be kept down 
Bodies and homes stolen survival their demand
Face a cavalry like Custers who stole up all the Indian land 

Hallelujah one of these days

Flying over, over gaza
Hand thrown stones of the intifada 
Cause the 67 border gets smaller and smaller
Takes a miracle just to survive by the jordan 
But one o these days, hallelujah, one o these days, by the jordan over, makes ya shiver, yes one of these days

Flying over, over jordan 
Got the red white and blues over jordan 
An outpost of colonial rule by the jordan 
Funded by me and you

Blood runs heavy through the jordan
From Galei to the Dead Sea , Through the jordan 
Searching for a scrap of light by the jordan, one of these days, hallelujah one of these days
Oh one of tese days, yes one of these days 
Yes one of these days

Flying over the river of jordan
Bullets keep flying Hearts keep hurting 
It's red white and blue over jordan
Funded by me and you
Take me home gotta get home back to georgia
its where i left my heart
gotta get home
left my heart back home
back in georgia
chilly winds don't blow

mom if you pay my bills and dad you cook my food
let me live in your house
obey all your rules
and ill get off the drugs 
and i wont drink so much
ill do my chores
i swear to go ill do my chores
just take me back in your loving arms
i wanna go home

take me home, chilly winds wont blow

Take me home, lord i gotta het home back to Georgia
left my heart back home
had to move up north
couldn't find no work back home
take me home, left my heart back home

whiskey hurts me
cocaine too
nobody gonna love me
the way you do
i wanna get home
i left my heart back home
at the claremont lounge
i left my heart back home
taste of peach schnapps
left my heart back home

bless my heart whats wrong with me
im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
i gotta get home
oh i miss my home
im all shook up
cause i miss my home
take me home, chilly winds wont blow

going down south, going south, going down south
wont watch my mouth for no one
learned a thing or two up north
Oh though they tried 
i send myself to my grave
Oh though they try
ill send myself to my grave

When the night is over 
and folks is going home 
im rolling dollar bills 
doing cocaine on my own 
They say these pills wont mix well 
that my breath will slow 
i aint made for this world 
Sometimes i wanna go   
to my grave   
better start digging now for my grave
i dont wanna die alone, my grave
i send myself to my grave

Oh though we try 
theres only two ways out 
drugs or revolution 
each one will send you to your
Lets fight lets fight some more
cause we could die we could die some more?
i wanna live wanna live some more
but we die die die die some more

Police come to take me
no lord i wont stand down 
our friends our lives our families
no lord we wont stand down 
fred hampton’s in our ears
theyll have to cut us down 
those pigs come to get me
ill take em with me to my grave
i aint gonna die alone in my grave
better start digging now for my grave
ill take em with me to my grave

oh though they try i send myself to my grave
oh though they try i send myself to my grave

Up South vol. II

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Way down in Columbus, Georgia
wishin I was back in Tennessee
Oh way down in Columbus Stockade
my friends?
I got no friends cause they turned their backs on me
So go ahead and leave me if you want to
Never let me cross your mind
Cause in your heart you love another
gon and leave me little darlin, I don’t mind

Well they took me‘ fore the judge and I hollered
Saying “Oh you got an innocent man”
But I ain’t had no one to back me
cause my friends
they just turned their backs and ran

Well it looks like I’ll be stayin here a while
that judge he gave me seventeen long years
Way down in Columbus Stockade
Don’t lie little darlin, don’t you shed a tear

Theres a rat
woah a dirty fucking rat
Heard a rat been creeping around,
the neighborhood
So we been baiting up the traps,
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Watch it seize him, look it squeeze em, while i tease him
want him in my trap
Ya there’s poison under the sink
Ya there’s poison under the sink
I’m gonna fix Branden Darby a mighty strong drink
Ah ya lips!
Ya your lips are mighty loose
and every yap out your jaw just tightens up the five-o’s noose
while we been fighting for our breath
COUGH COUGH COUGH
ya coulda quit or raised your crit, but chya snitched boy
its time to cut ya loose
There’s a hatchet in my shed
ya there’s a hatchet in my shed
they gonna find your body boy without your head
Now hes a pig, been doin the work of a rat
He was hiding as a lamb led us to slaughter
thinks he can just walk on back
oh Darby, ya really think you’d get away with that?
BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP
i wanna bleed em, guts i need em, ya i wanna him dead in my trap
I know you know how to run
ya i know you know how to swim boy
but do you know what im gonna do?
im gonna find you!
RUN!
I hope you can run
Bout as fast as you ran to the FBI
you better run
Let me warn you dont be fooled into playing a rich man’s game
you roll that dice and you could loose just who you are and from where you came
everything they got they stole off our backs and out our dirt
but the good book tells us the futures sweet for the salt of the earth
you gotta know your roots wont grow deep into a rich man’s heart
hard as a rock it dont break or give in to much at all
Don’t ya try to find your way into a rich man’s arms
along the way your gonna loose from where ya came and who you are
the lands shown ya that your roots wont grow deep where there aint good dirt
and momma told ya dontcha trust no man that aint been hurt
they’re gonna tell ya just to march your way into the rich mans jaws
but them teeth are gonna crush from where ya come and who you are
factory’s lay off doncha set all your roots down in shifting dirt
and daddy told ya doncha hold no hands that never worked
momma warned ya doncha trust no heart that ain’t been torn
and daddy told ya doncha kiss no lips that never sworn
the scripture says the futures bright for us the wretched of the earth
so lets take off our boots and plant our roots in this rich red dirt
Oh I walk, down that old plank road
Limp past riff raff buildings, where machines feed the speeds and gears of war
Crawled out something half human, looks like an elderly man
Brown paper bag bottle squeezed tween the stumps on his hand
He called young fella help an old man
take a drink before I die
You can join me if you wanna, see yo shakin hands your bloody eyes
I know at night ya cry
Woah I wont get drunk no more
till you shove that bottle down my throat
oh i wont get drunk no more
Tried to find some peace in his blank bloodshot eyes
Seen reflections of my demons, screaming boy ya ain’t got nowhere to hide
We just earthly hellbound vessels, naw, not no human beings
I’d trade my blood, I’d give it all, to keep this poison running through me
Woah i wont get drunk no more
till you shove that bottle down my throat
i wont get drunk no more
I stumble, can’t walk, I crawl, down that old plank road
Draped over my shoulder a man like beast, like me, drugs drug down so low
His snake skin parched like leather, says son my bones are killing me
help me tip up this bottle till its gone boy, I don’t need to breathe
It looked like piss and smelled like gasoline
he drank it fast it was his last drop of poison that set him free
Woah I won’t get drunk no more
til you shove that bottle to my throat
i wont get drunk no more
once you walked down that old plank road
there’s only so many places left
that you got to go
don’t you see boy you looking
into the devils eyes
see i was once like you
once 26 right before i got this tattoo, triple 6, hollering
Woah, I wont get drunk no more
til you shove that bottle to my throat
i wont wont get drunk no more
GUESS SO
Baby I love you, don’t that make me sweet
I guess so I guess so
Honey im coming doncha wanna see me
I guess so I guess so
I get so tired of you
i get so tired of you
showing up in my dreams
Your still in my heart
Woah
Now I never wanna see you
But I never really see you
So I guess this wont be so hard
after all
I hate ya baby, dont that make me mean?
I guess so I guess so
And aint it a shame that we wont never speak again
I guess so I guess so
I get so tired of you
i get so tired of you
been catching up on my sleep
your still in my heart
you that hurt in my heart,
Shit we knew this wasnt gonna work out
from the start
Now things, they just aint working out,
gotta treat me right now or throw me out
cause i really cant take no fooling round
in my heart
In my heart,
woah

TAKE ME HOME
Take me home, i gotta get home on back to Georgia
i left my heart where i left my home down in Georgia
I needed work i couldnt find no jobs down in Georgia

take me home
take me home to georgia
god damn this cold it cuts me through and through
ya know id walk on broken bottles to get on home to you
i gotta get home
gotta get home on back to Georgia
Mom if you pay my bills, Dad you cook my food
let me live in your house, ill obey all your rules
And ill get off the drugs, i wont drink so much
and ill do chores
i swear to god ill do my chores
Woah
take me home, i gotta get home on back to Georgia
oh i miss the smell
oh i left my heart and id crawl on broken bottles to get on
home to you

Think how we met
at the start of time
There was no oceans, no mountains, no reasons why
Ever thought I’d
end up here, breathin in water
but, big white squalls, different rafts
swirling winds, swallowed up our maps
But I knew, one day we’d meet on land
trouble now, I got fins for hands
You’re my best friend,
Though it hurts to end
I grown gills, you found your air on land
Don’t It feel good
Not to hold your breath
You could not make it livin under water
I wish that you could but its best that you don’t try an
scale me over all those mountains
though i, i wish that you would, but it best that we don’t
Cant have you
But we got everyone else…
And if not them
we can again change ourselves
Everything I know
it was you that had shown me the truth

when we was by ourselves
If not you could not have become myself
You’re my best friend,
That don’t have to end
Don’t it feel nice, not to hold your breath
Ooo Ah
You could not make it livin under water
I wish that you could but, its best that you don’t,
try an scale me over all those mountains
Though I, I wish that you would, but its best that ya don’t
Cant have you
But we got everyone else…
and if not them
We can again change ourselves
If only we could meet, at the end of time
there’d be no oceans, no mountains, no reasons why
You could not make it living under water
And I, I wouldn’t dry up in the sky

Up South vol. I

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I’m gonna take my sins to the river, boy
Less the rain comes to wash them away
Breadcrumbs they float down the water
And the rivers gonna make me clean
Watch that muddy river risin
Flood waters aint gonna drain
Drownin my trees and my berries
Water rise to take me away
I’m gonna bury my sins by the river
Its so easy to dig in the mud
Old boxes been tied up with watch chains
Let the river rise to make me clean
Now I’ll take my sins to the river
No time to wait for the rain
Takin my sins to the river, boy
Muddy water gonna wash off the stain
Well I’ll share the sins of my brother
I know he’d do the same for me
There’s no boats out on the river today
Just breadcrumbs floatin down the stream
I’m gon take my sins to the river
As much water as its pesticide
From farms up on past the levee
Clean them bones with the rising tide
Aint no more bank to the river
Just flood as far as you can see
Dig out my shotgun and a box of 30-ought shells
Aint gonna wait for what might be
Cuz I buried my sins by the river
Dug down 6 feet in the mud
I took my sins to the river
For the water to carry the crumbs
Well I went down
talk to my shaman
to ask for my Mary’s hand
He said there’s one thing
that you must do
to prove you’ll be a good married man
Gotta take Susie
to the middle of the forest
you gotta stay all night long
And when you come back
you still love Mary
You can have yo baby’s hand
So I traveled to see my sweetheart,
her soul so pure and true
I said darling, you know I love you
but there’s something that I gotta do
Gotta take Susie
to the middle of the forest
I gotta stay all night long
And when I come back, from the middle of the forest
Shaman gon let you be mine
I went to go find ole Mary
folks said she hadn’t been back home
Since she fell for, little Suzie,
they went up the woods, they ain’t never coming down
She had to take Suzie to the middle of the forest
had to stay all night long
She went up, to never come down
tricky Shaman, I understand now
i come home every night my fingers cut up with steel
ain’t right i gotta bleed to get my meals
well i made some bad decisions, I ain’t gonna lie
and the choices got left, ain’t worth a try
woah! i shoulda been a banker
woah! shoulda been a banker
stead i gotta live check to check
bustin my ass and breakin my neck
was always fine with getting by, but
times are harder so im getting high
hell if I need a fancy career
9 bucks an hour is enough for beer
but, oh! i coulda been a banker
woah! i coulda been a banker
those mother fuckers ain’t smarter than me,
lyin, cheatin, stealin comes natural to me, but
‘stead of robbing trains and selling shine
these banker thieves took whats yours and mine so
round up the pitch forks, and the torches and
stomp those bastards out like cock-a-roaches!
woah! go and warn the bankers
woah! turnin on the bankers
well the whole world wants to blow em to kingdom come‘
spose they was born just to die by our guns!
woah! go on and bag you banker
woah! got me a ten pointed banker
Whats that noise
coming out my trunk?
Just a banker yall… don’t make a fuss