Hank Williams Jr. – A Country Boy Can Survive lyrics

[Verse 1]
The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the stock market’s down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk ’til dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too
Ain’t too many things these old boys can’t do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive

[Chorus 1]
Because you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
‘Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
If you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive

[Verse 2]
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just “hillbilly”
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
I’d love to spit some beech nut in that dude’s eyes, and shoot him with my old 45
‘Cause a country boy can survive, country folks can survive

[Chorus 2]
‘Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
‘Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We’re from North California and south Alabama
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck, and run a trotline
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive

[Outro]
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Thomas Rhett – Grave (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
You’re my forever
My slice of heaven on this side of the Mississippi River, baby
You’re my infinity, no end to you and me come hell, fire, or rain
Baby, nothin’ can change it
No, nothin’ can change it

[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me

[Verse 2]
You’re my destiny, you’ll always be with me
Today, tomorrow, all the way to eternity, baby
No last breathe taken on this earth
No concrete tombstone, no amount of dirt can change it
No, nothin’ can change it

[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me

[Bridge]
You’re my forever
My slice of heaven on this side of the Mississippi River, baby

[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me

Brian Elder – Carry On This Mighty Water lyrics

“Carry On This Mighty Water”

Missourah, Mississippi River
Missourah, Mississippi River

Idle hands would beg the task,
Give us cause to build this land,
Raise a bridge so we may pass,
There’s no place that we shall not go.

Missourah, Mississippi River
Missourah, Mississippi River

Crossroads spun our lives away,
Some bartered fortune for fame,
But, there is no price we would not pay,
To put this city back the same.

Carry on this mighty water,
To the place I call home,
Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
The time has come for her to show,
And let this river flow.

Our pain still cuts to the bone,
Lay down these passions of blame,
Lay down these reasons for shame,
We share in these waters the same.

There’s an arch beyond these shores,
A comfort in the blues we share,
A history we can restore,
This is the moment we dare,
This is the moment we dare.

Carry on this mighty water,
To the place I call home,
Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
The time has come for her to show,
And let this river…

Carry on this mighty water,
To the place I call home,
Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
The time has come for her to show,
And let this river flow.

Missourah, Mississippi River,
Missourah, Mississippi River

Game & Marsha Ambrosius – Sins Of Our Fathers (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 1: The Game]
I could hit you with the “Yes master”, pastor
Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
The White House a plantation
But they’re teachin’ our kids it’s a castle
Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
Lab rats pickin’ cotton inside invisible cages
House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
The last days, drinkin’ our own sweat in the field
Either kneel or you get your ass killed
[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 2: The Game]
They gave my great-great grandfather lashes ’cause he stole a fuckin’ horse
Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin’ Porsche
As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
I’m in the same church where little kids and women died
I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
Wishin’ the branch would break, but nope
Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin’ and takin’ pictures
‘Cause to them you ain’t nothin’ but a mothafuckin’ nigga
500 years later, I’m in the club
Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
Even in death, she still surrounded by white men

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers