Down That Road - The Dead South

Oh, well we run to the break of day

The old man groaned as we rolled away

Our women wept as we sped on by

We hung our heads low

As they raised their flags high

Then we grabbed our guns and we shot away

Let’s kill our brothers on a Saturday

Blood spills out, and our wounds were deep

Old Jesse James, well, he won’t even take a peep

So then we go on down that road

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Mama said I’d die before I get old

The war is over and the graves were deep

The sun was down just like my brother Rim’s keep

You burned my house and you raped my wife

I fall to my knees and I pray to the Lord

That I can kill that fucker tonight!

So then we go on down that road

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Oh, hey there dad, don’t you know who I am?

No motherfucker, don’t give a God damn!

So then we go on down that road

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Mama said I’d die before I get old

Mama said I’d die before I get old