Don't Tread On Me Lyrics - Manhattan Rob Walsh

Don't Tread On Me - Lyrics & Chords 

by Rob Walsh 2016 

Poor old John Henry 

Ain't got nothing to do 

There's not a lot of work for a steel driving man 

But that ain't nothing new 

He hangs out at the convience store 

With Johnny Appleseed 

Who just can't think of a reason 

To plant another tree 

They lean against the garbage can 

And watch the world go by 

And what they see is crazy stuff 

That they don't recognize 

They say that's why old Casey Jones 

And Pecos Bill left town 

These folks are living in a dream 

And the house is falling down 

Don't tread (mess) on me 

Don't run me down 

Get out of my way 

Quit hanging around 

I'm trying to find a way 

To get free 

From all these wheels 

Turning back on me 

And I try and I try 

And I try and I try 

But the man is keeping me down 

And I try and I try 

And I try . . . 

The zombies walk right past them 

And go into the store 

They buy lottery tickets and liquor 

Because they're so damnned bored 

This place is like a ghost town 

With folks on every front porch 

And a headless horseman riding 'round 

Waving a flaming torch 

Don't tread on me 

Don't run me down 

Get out of my way 

Quit hanging around 

I'm trying to find a way 

To get free 

From all these wheels 

Turning back on me 

And I try and I try 

And I try and I try 

But the man is keeping me down 

And I try and I try 

And I try . . .