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Southern Son Rising

Southern Son Rising

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

I been sitting dead red, life keeps throwing curveballs
The few that stuck and stayed through it all, I don't deserve y'all
I crawled out the deathbed, straight off the pity pot
The gossip had teeth and the bleeding, it wouldn't stop
It's kinda hard to blame 'em when I tied 'em all up in knots
Hid the truth from 'em, left 'em all in a bad spot
But I forgive myself whether you did or not
And I left a trail of blood all the way to the top
you see, I came from the bottom six kids a mom and pop
Hand me downs, you know I got 'em, thought a thousand was a lot
Paint chipping off the walls, kids on the bus talked foul
I'm strutting round the back forty, screaming 'what now?'

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

Do right unto others 'cause you might need 'em in battle
Travel light with no grudges 'cause they won't ride in the saddle
The road is rough and windy on the mountain a steep climb
And it's a long way up to the tree line
Just beyond it is where paradise lies
The Monticello highway pink and blue purple skies
The fields that hold reflections of your childhood in its hands
And the dirt that holds your body when it dies
Ashes to ashes, back in the ground from which you came
Just a memory and echoes of ya name
As much as anyone, son the work here is done
Because of you the world will never be the same

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run, no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising

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