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Where We Can Go
04:08
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There’s a tattered torn old glory
Dangling from a pole
Right beside’s a battle flag
That should have fallen long ago
There’s a coiled up snake
Another remake?
Of a tale too often told
That’s the country telling us
All where we can go
We got white men getting angry
Cause they can’t stop growing old
“What’s happening to this country?”
They all seem to think they know
Still believe they’re independent
While jacked up on some bullshit show
That’s the country showing us all
Where we can go
We got towns in rubble
Minds of stubble
Reaping what’s been sowed
Meth a-plenty, buildings empty
And opioids to go
We got big ole trucks
With dip shit schmucks
Getting high from blowing coal
Just some country telling us all
Where we can go
They say this is God’s country
But I haven’t seen him ‘round
Torn from the pages of the book
Is the Sermon on the Mount
And the folks who claim to know him best
Have sold His holy crown and
shown him where it is that he can go
There’s people dying
With bad timing
From self inflicted wounds
All this peace and quiet
Sure brings down the mood
The road out of town
Has been closed down
The bridge is left in ruins
That’s the country telling us all
Where we can go
This apocalyptic landscape
Sure paints quite the scene
The fruit is surely ripening
To desperate and mean
We can hang our hopes
On some bad joke
Or wake to a better dream
And help us all get where we need to go
Lets help us all get where we need to go
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Churubusco
03:53
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Driving from nowhere
Trying to get somewhere
My truck needed work
My soul was on fumes
I hit Churubusco
Fresh out of ammo
Almost at closing
And long overdue
Pulled up to the gas pump
And started to fill up
My tank was on empty
My bladder past full
Lit out for the restroom
I rounded the corner
Stopped dead in my tracks
And bout lost my cool
We both squared our shoulders
We tried not to blink
Who’d make the first move?
There was no time to think
We each were survivors
We both knew our parts
But what you were packing
Shot quicker
And straight thru my heart
We checked out the shotguns
We sighted the rifles
I could tell you’d been hunting
My tag was still on
I took down a guitar
And strummed out an old song
And took my best shot
While you sang along
While wearing our camo
There was nowhere to hide
Luck had just turned
And taken our side
We entered the station
With no hope at all
This ruffled old grouse started drumming
And you heard my call
Guns guitars ammo
Was all that we needed
That and a someone
To help through the fall
But falls turn to winters
And we gotta keep moving
Cause it’s really the hunting
That we fell in love with
In the end after all
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Johnny 2 Flags
04:18
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Johnny went and bought himself
a couple of flags
He’s had more of this
than he can take
Decked himself out with
Some sweet battle rags
And took his foot
clear off of the brake
Inveterate confederate
historically degenerate
God and Country
Just Can’t provide
Belligerent to the different
Socially inconsiderate
A changing world
he will not abide
Hasn’t been this happy since
the Klan burned the stake
Keeps ‘em waving
with the whitest of pride
Then Johnny went and got himself
a bundle of signs
He wants everyone
to know where he stands
Don’t give a shit
who he’s leaving behind
He’s a retro
last century man
He’s caught neuralgia from nostalgia
He don’t give a fuck about ya
Kindly move your ass
off his lawn
It’s the season without reason
Facts and figures feel like treason
His delusion keeps him
keep hangin' on
Hasn’t been this happy since
Wayne showed his grit
Keeps ‘em lighted
from dusk to dawn
So Johnny went and bought himself
a couple more guns
been hearing wolves gathering
outside the door
He’s worried about the country
like his fear’s got the runs
They got it out for him
He’s pretty sure
He’ll send em all packing
You can hear his lips a smacking
“Spare the rod
Spoil the child”
But he’s lacking any tracking
That could help his mind come back in
From the mental
instability wild
His hold on reality’s
increasingly poor
his paperwork is
No longer filed
Johnny went and bought himself
a couple of flags
Had it with
These United States
Been waiting for this moment
in his ole battle rags
Thought he missed it
But the party’s just late
This desperate confederate
historically intemperate
God and Country
Has to provide
A perfect foreigner limiter
A color barred altimeter
From this encroaching world
This rising tide
Hasn’t been this crazy since
They framed tricky Dick
Got McCarthy’s ole ghost
On his side – that’s right
An apparition with
The whitest of pride – yes sir
Won’t be finished till
Everyone’s died – yea….
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Scott Shipley New York
Hails from the northernmost reaches of NY. It's called the North Country and it's beautiful. Any more north and we'd be in Canada. Which is nice too.
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