Many a man bear the scars of laboring to pay a toll
|
They lie just to exploit our miners and hell bent to export our coal
|
Come step into our territory and our laws you shall not adhere
|
They're gaining control through the voting and bribery built on your fear
|
|
Lay down the bible and take up the rifle
|
Our blood runs thick down the banks of the crooked creek
|
|
These grass roots have all been tilled for generations next in line
|
Our heaven will never be filled while death overfloweth the mines
|
The backs that break under the strain of burdens brought on by their lives
|
Are put out to fend off the rain oppression that cuts like a knife
|
|
Lay down the bible and take up the rifle
|
Our blood runs thick down the banks of the crooked creek
|
|
[Solo: Tony]
|
|
Let's war
|
|
Take up arms for your mother there is nothing to lose
|
Around the necks the union symbol hangs like a noose
|
|
It is autumn on the mountain and a Chafin is to fall
|
Charged with murderous treason Harding declares martial law
|
|
[Solo: OJ]
|
|
Lay down the bible and take up the rifle
|
Our blood runs thick down the banks of the crooked creek
|
|
-----------------
|
Redneck War
|
| Byzantine |
