Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

Uhh, trauma I was on the corner with the reefa And they got us warring for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to

Come on and let me hear your prayer I'm going down to the city, I got a home there Let me hear your hosanna Hey brother don't you sing so quiet, no I need a beacon to guide me through the night Oh let me hear your hosanna Oh my heart is tattered and my

What's happening brother Ah what's happening brother Hey baby, what'cha know good I'm just gettin' back, but you knew I would War is hell, when will it end, When will people start gettin' together again Are things really gettin' better, like the

Just might be paranoid Can someone stop the noise? But it just don't fit I'm paranoid I'm freakin' out Every time I turn around, I'm avoiding the lines 'cause they just might split I don't know what it is

They fought them on the bridge Their freedom was at stake Stand and fight the city is burning Königsmarck lost stopped him at Karluv Most Stained by blood their brothers die side by side Did what they could The road to the city's been blocked To enter

If you live in a glasshouse Don't throw stones And if you can't take blows brother Don't throw blows Harm no man Let no man harm you Do unto others As they would do to you

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks