40 acres and a mule
what am I gonna do
should be standing in new york town loving you
when this old house of tin comes crashing in and I standing here just looking like a fool
and in the middle of a war
i walked away
nothing short of gods own hand is how i am standing here today
but in war and farming it is all the same you got one foot in the mud and the other in a grave
i am as old as a rock
I am crooked as a tree
I go where the old wind blows loving who ever i please
and ill take a little bit of hurt some falling rain a touch of that old whiskey kills the pain
if I was a little bird
i would fly so high
i would let my form dissolve a trace of me you would never find
I ride the wreckage of the world on a fast track train to hell just a passing you by
