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Drive By Truckers Southern Rock Opera

the cost of these dreams Strapped to this projectile A blink ago I was back in school Smoking by the gym door Practicing my rock-star attitude And

Can my brother sit in? Can my brother sit in? Well, there's a hole in the band And as a favor to Cassie We'll let her brother come and jam If he ain'

told me what to do We didn't have much money, the Lord picked up the tab They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room Now I just drink whiskey and drive

and I've seen bad times drag on I've seen white and black folks alike get treated just like sin And every year or so I see a new truck load of white

I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want to give

doing ninety The sky was blue, sun was shining All the shit, he left behind For the big world waiting there He was almost out of Leighton When that phone truck

sweet soul music, that's Muscle Shoals sound And out in California, rock star from Canada writes A couple of great songs about the bad shit that went down "Southern

the flame Stay out the way of the southern thing Stay out the way of the southern thing Stay out the way of the southern thing Stay out the way of the southern

Throw another log on the fire, boys George Wallace is coming to stay When he met St. Peter at the pearly gates I'd like to think that a black man stood