Word has filtered through that the bridge has gone downnnow I’m a man with a family and there ain’t no more high groundncame in with a grudge and a G.I. loannspilt my own blood for my Daddy’s homennWe’ll the clouds are like the stranger you see everydaynmaybe throw ‘em a drink and be on your waynthen like a child crying in the middle of the nightnyou open up your eyes you know something ain’t rightnnBlind man’s blues reach out reach out for them allnbut they’re all boarded up inside them same four wallsntelephone rings in an empty room does it make a soundnworking boots in the hallway never touch the groundnnever touch the groundnnNow my wife she’s known me since we were 18nshe said ‘Sonny this ain’t nothing we ain’t ever seennsay goodbye to heaven and we’ll blow them all to hellnthen we’ll have another family story to tellnnI got this rifle scope pointed out towards the dawnnSheriff says now boy what’s all this carrying onnthe men that you’re looking for they ain’t got no namenthey just filter through like the dirty rainnlike the dirty rainnnI said Sheriff my name, my name is Pettigrewnand that’s all this family ever knewndug my daddy’s grave with unsteady handsnthere just ain’t no man gonna take my landnjust ain’t no man gonna take my land