centuries ago, Not long after the Bible began Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, A fine example of a family man. Jacob, Jacob and sons, Depended on farming
sprite A case of Coors light and its on tonight We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm Late night country trouble we don't mean no harm That's just how
family And the faces of america seem so distant and estranged Have their eyes become too blind to see How much their hearts have changed How much their hearts have changed How
ground Miles and miles of long white lines and red taillights and fast food signs With my Red Bull buzz, I don't mind, my state of mind As long as I'
here That's just the way it's been for so long How'd you like a coke from a green glass bottle? It's colder than that plastic stuff Watch how miss Annie
I grew up, we rode in trucks There's a lot about life we learned on the bus How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss The closer we sat to
Over The Hill To The Poor House 1. Oh how can it be they have driven Their father so helpless and old Oh God may their crimes be forgiven To perish out
be back with them to stay [ dobro ] I wanted to ramble you know how a young boy would dream Off to Chicago searching for fortune and fame Spent many long
and I watch the nightly news who's to say I'm out of touch nobody's from here most of us just live here locals long since moved away sold the played-out farms
for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of viet dong Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm,
the way the paper bag was on my knee Man, I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the USSR Been away so long
worked that old farm side by side I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died All I could think of was how hard he'
hands Now I don't recall who said it But we lived so long on credit So we headed out to find our promised land Just poor Smokey Mountain farm folk
Saw a story on the local news last night 'Bout one more struggling single mother She was talking about how hard it is getting by With no help, no money
lights, oh, I long for those city lights, the bulbs of those beaming brights beckoning me there. Be there. Take the crickets and go shove 'em, urban crises, how
with a couple of other Jukies An animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie I calibrate pyrotechnics on how
BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last if it only had corny MC's Arsonists settin
hands Yeah, you a plowboy And you?re thinking silly, boy Just tryin? to make ya understand Well, now here I am, a few years later Come a long way from that old farm
