It's an old south
It's a new union
It's an eye for an eye
And I'm still shooting
I've seen cold roads, some paved with glory
I'm too old for your bedtime stories
I've spent hot nights breath stained with whiskey
Lost somewhere out in Mississippi
No I wont rest until my breaths hollow
And my spirit it will surely follow
Don't fight em off lord if they're coming
They're bound to break the walls and sneak in someday
I could be weak lord, scared and running
But I will plant my feet right here and I shall stay