Drive-By Truckers Lyrics
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics
"The Southern Thing Lyrics"
Wonder Why Lyrics
*Man* Why Tell me do you wonder why Some could look so hard And miss the truth, yeah Some would stumble over it A hundred times And never, ever see The living proof But the
*Man* Why Tell me do you wonder why Some could look so hard And miss the truth, yeah Some would stumble over it A hundred times And never, ever see The living proof But the
Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots
Ain't about no northern drives
Ain't about my southern roots
Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps
"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"
Ain't about excuses or alibis
Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies
Ain't about the races, the crying shame
To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same
Glen Frey - Part Of Me, Part Of You I felt it when the sun came up this morning I knew that I could not wait another day Darling, there is something I must tell you A distant voice is calling
Don't get me wrong It just ain't right
May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight
If you want to live another day
Stay out the way of the southern thing
Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag
You think I'm dumb, maybe not
Colostomy Grab-Bag Lyrics
She walks around in her robe To hide her bag of shit Colostomy bag, reeks of crud Embedded in her hip Screaming at the bitch She took my parking spot I caught a whif of colostomy And took of
oo brightShe walks around in her robe To hide her bag of shit Colostomy bag, reeks of crud Embedded in her hip Screaming at the bitch She took my parking spot I caught a whif of colostomy And took of
You wonder how I sleep at night
Proud of the glory, stare down the shame
Duality of the southern thing
My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone
From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home
Ain't no plantations in my family tree
Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men sho
Timor Lyrics
Timor, timor, yale, yale East timor Timor, timor,timor Is it going on and on and on? Is it going on and on and on now? It's alright, it's alright Cause the system never fails The good
ld be freeTimor, timor, yale, yale East timor Timor, timor,timor Is it going on and on and on? Is it going on and on and on now? It's alright, it's alright Cause the system never fails The good
"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"
His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man
I heard the story as it was passed down
About guts and glory and Rebel stands
Four generations, a whole lot has changed
Robert E. Lee
Martin Luther King
We've come a long way rising from the flame
Stay out the way of the southern thing