I was staring up and wondering, wondering if there was something.. But you and I both know that out there is nothing.. Life has me by the seams, wandering through a dream,.
Law, law, law, law let me keep my gun.. Law, law, law, law let me keep my gun.. We've already lost too many, and I need to defend my son.. So law, law, law, law let me keep my gun..
When life gives you lemons you make funny faces.. Meet lots of different people in different places.. Gotta put on a show, you'll know once you make it..
People show what they don't know. So the debt of our country grows. Till it finally falls beneath our feet. We all whisper why not shout?. It's what this country's all about.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . I heard all them pretty girls singin all them pretty words, and how. I heard all them pretty girls singin all them pretty words, oh wow.
From the second we met. I didn't know what to do. I knew it right then babe. That I was in love with you.. . From the light of the moon. I can see your face.
Sometimes Momma it can feel real heavy. When I think of the wrong I have done. I don't know how I can carry this burden. All I feel is the weight of the gun.
Yesterday as the sun went down. And the break of night had crashed. I sat there and wondered to myself. How it all went by so fast. How did I let the years slip by?.
Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man. Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can. Having trouble with authority works better in a song.
The rivers run dry. As meadows turn to dust. I'd ask myself why. This may be, as it must. To be where the water flows free. Where roses have no thorn.
there were signs of a struggle at the rodeo grounds. there was a body in the bleachers not making no sounds. blood in the grandstand, blood on the seats.
I wish I had my queen of hearts,. But this joker stays an ace.. If I had my baby back,. I'd put a smile on her face.. Wherever she may be,. I only wish her to know..
This is my prairie, this is my home. I'll make my stand here and I'll die alone. They can drill, they can mine o'er my smoldering bones. 'Cause this is my prairie, this is my home.
Got up this morning and hopped a train. And I robbed a bank and I stole a plane. I don't think I'll be thrown in the box though. I gotta friend who owns the stocks.
It wont be long before the bombs. Fall upon you and I my friend.. So I look to the sky wondering why. The world cannot make amends.. Why do we fight all day and all night.
the truth comes out as the fire burns low. it comes to light as only embers glow. the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night. . the deadfall's gathered and the branches are cut.
I hear the voices chanting, "lives matter" more than before.. Yelling it at each other, rather those who caused the war.. Our eyes have come to see it, as some worldly progression..
On July 17th,. 2014. Black man Eric Garner. Was brought down by the machine. Was a father of 6. And aged 43. When he was attacked. By New York police.
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck. But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up. But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,. Which eventually pulled out the Ford.
I dreamt of Sicily. It came to me like the symphony of a child.. It was unknown if I was close to home where the Romans once went wild.. Was perceived to be a democracy for me to have and hold..