Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to

Cold hearted man No one knew Where he came from He never knew himself Call her ma Call him pa But he was born to someone else No one fooled

The march of time it has begun Somewhere far beyond And then the march of time begins I am the narrator And now I'll tell You And what I saw And how it ends I came from far

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

If you give me what I want I'll give it to you right back What we came for They don't got it like that where you from I will, I will, I will Never forget the thrill I asked her can I have your number Looks like blue must be your color Love the way you

In my mind, in my head That is where We are from This is where we all came from The dreams we have, the love we share This is what we're waiting for And in my mind, in my head

Came from a city where them niggas they some killas Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan That's just how it is man Round my way Just a young lil' nigga, but he had the right plan Twenty-thousand in his left,

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

How can we love with our hearts on fire? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Ashes to dust like a funeral pyre Can we love with our hearts on fire? Where I came from Just what we've done I think we're caught in a fight With all these shadows on our backs How can we

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it