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Genre
Charts
Peak #632
Peak in subgenre #41
Author
Will Walton
Rights
William Boone Walton IV
Uploaded
March 14, 2012
Track Files
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MP3 4.8 MB • 160 kbps • 4:12
Lyrics
Am F C G
We live in a backwards place, it is anybody’s guess over everybody’s take
Am F C G
The ballots have all come in,, count them up write them down, see nobody wins
Am F C G F
Prayer has lost its tongue, ‘till the walls fall down and the sounds of the trumpets come
G
Blowing from the stage above
C G Am F
He don’t buy, he don’t deal, he don’t make his money off tips
C G F C
You live that way you can’t travel quite so light, there ain’t no room on the ride
C G Am F
He don’t bank, he don’t loan, you can’t take no money where you’re going
C G F C
You can’t get around Saint Peter, slip one by without him knowing or not
The devil will have his due, it’ll be about the time the skies rain truth
The gavel will come straight down, no stops in between, no tour of the town
It all seems so not right to the lengths of the ear and the limits of the mind, but I
Have thrown my heart into the fire
(CHORUS)
(BREAK) Am - G - C
Affiliation is half the fun, ‘till we sync our eyes to the barrel of the gun
Situation is all it takes to believe what you didn’t, and evolve to your fate
Yeah, I can lie in the mix I know, so I gave what I had to the one who deserves it most
He gave up all he had for us
(CHORUS)
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