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The Weeks

Slave To The South

 

Slave To The South

(album: Gutter Gaunt Gangster - 2012)


I'm a slave to the south, it's a curse on this house
I've been dying to leave but I just can't get out
And I've always been drawn to one wooden shack
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
I've got dust on my boots, I've got tears in my eyes
And I'll work in these fields for the rest of my life
Like my father before me who worked every day
And I'll be damned if I let someone take that from me

Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who's still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that's as blue as the blood in my veins
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state

I've been raising my hands, I've been praying for rain
Well I screamed at the skies but them drops never came
Well with sun on my face and God on my side
Who will I blame if those crops, they don't rise
Well I always hoped life wouldn't end up like this
With a well that's gone dry and a cross in my fist
Well if my hair has gone gray and them rains still ain't came
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away

Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who's still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that's as blue as the blood in my veins
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state

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