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You finally found the mainstream
In the middle of your life
You tapped into a vein
Of endless gold chains
Now you're locked up tight
Tearing down the middle of it
Splitting it right in half
Bobbing up and down the waves
Like a runaway slave
On a Huck Finn raft
Take your wife
Take your family
Take your gun
Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods
Looking for someone
A member of your tribe
A Place you can hide
'Til the war has begun
'Cause in the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Where you gonna run to
There ain't no underground
If only you could fly
You'd cut across the sky
Like a rifle round
Oh, who are your people
And where is your homeland
'Cause they're dying side by side
At the river of pride
Where we tried to take a stand
REPEAT TWICE
In the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
- Album:
- Terms Of My Surrender
- My Kind of Town
- Mystic Pinball
- Miscellaneous
- Dirty Jeans & Mudslide Hymns
- Master Of Disaster
- Beneath This Gruff Exterior
- The Tiki Bar Is Open
- Crossing Muddy Waters
- Little Head
- Stolen Moments
- Bring The Family
- Riding With The King
- All Of A Sudden
- Two Bit Monsters
- Slug Line
- Same Old Man
- Imus Ranch Record
- Walk On
- Warming Up To The Ice Age