Goin' nowhere fast With beer on our breath in a parking lot Kill the headlights so we wouldn't get caught We were messin' around We could hardly breathe Breakin' new ground in my back seat Radio glow on the dash We had our foot on the gas

Of the waters of March, It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks It's the end of a strain A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, The foot, the ground, The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road,

Hold onto the love we're making 'Cause baby when the ground starts shakin' So baby, hold on tight Don't let go Everybody keeps telling me I'm such a lucky man Lookin' at you standin' there I know I am Barefooted beauty with eyes that blue Sunshine sure

Skyscrapers, earth movers, ground breakers We are justice fighters with faces of fire Fight the avalanche You'll be buried every time We run and run and run Little do we know We have only what we're given Our footsteps, bringing purpose, changing history

Six foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love He was the kind of man who would gamble on love Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup

Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground Or find some muscadines up on a hill Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn Get lost out in the rye grass lay a blanket in the

It's not the wakin', it's the risin' Power (power) Nina cried power Power, Lord And I could cry power (power) James Brown cried power And I could cry power It is the groundin' of a foot uncompromisin' It's not forgoin' of the lie