The Weeks
goodbye winston churchill
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It's an old south it's a new union it's an eye for an eye and I'm still shooting.
I seen cold roads some paid with glory but I'm too old for your bed time stories.
I spent hot nights breath stained with whiskey.
Lost somewhere out in mississippi.
I won't rest until my breathes are hollow and my spirit is sure to follow.
Don't fight em off if they're coming they're about to break the walls and sneak in someday.
I could be weak lord scared and running but I'll plant my feet right here I'll stay.
- Album:
- Dear Bo Jackson
- The House That We Grew Up In (Single)
- Gutter Gaunt Gangster (EP)
- The House That We Grew Up In
- Rumspringa
- Gutter Gaunt Gangster
- King-Sized Death Bed
- Artists.Mtv.Com 2013 Free Sampler Vol. 2
- Brother in the Night
- Buttons
- Easy
- Ourvinyl Sessions
- Inside The Pines (Live)
- Comeback Cadillac
- Inside the Pines
- Grind Yr Teeth