Southern

Hope man coming our way
On a ribbon braid of endless tires
Lead me hanging overdrawn
While the covenant you hum quarters yard

You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s time
Keep me hanging together now
Your weather waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Holding this crude law

Send for something to resurge
The parts that you have hurt and run dry
Soon will be the light of morning birth
The title of the one I’m holding

You love the southern belles
And with them raising hell up to the dawn
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Keeping this crude law

In harmony
A part of me
Blinded army
Isn’t that telling

You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s life
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Come on down
You mean right don’t you
But it’s a crude law