Thomas Jefferson lyrics

Every song I sing cuts a little bit more

You could never connect the copper cast with the mold

You could never guess, you could never guess

You could never guess where I come from, no

Every mile I drive, further down this road

Tears a little more off of my bones

And you could never guess, you could never guess

You could never guess where I come from, no

The first thing they was taught, was how to load and lock

Take that aim and shot, embrace the pain of shoulder blade taking stock

Watch 'em drop, pull the bolt back, load another up till the clip goes "pop"

Till you sweep your block, and you can hear a pin drop

In a place that's more comfortable with "pop pop pop pop"

The first thing they learned, was how to plant that carbine in the earth

Prop that helmet on the stock, hang them dog tags from the lock

Say your prayers and mark the spot

Where the body's interred then turn, taciturn

And take that walk, taste that salt

Sprinkle a little bit of lye in the earth, don't cry when it hurts

Cause you ain't done yet son, spill a little bit more blood

Everybody knows what comes from the warm wet red mud

Best believe, when you fall to your knees

You're gon' cry, you're gon' pray for peace

And they gonna plant them seeds of the winter wheat

And the Georgia peach watered up with your red rum

Every song I sing cuts a little bit more

You could never connect the copper cast with the mold

You could never guess, you could never guess

You could never guess where I come from, no

Every mile I drive, further down this road

Tears a little more off of my bones

And you could never guess, you could never guess

You could never guess where I come from, no

I know he would've loved this, but he had to die to give it

I melted down his musket, turned it to a tool

Tilling like a fool to see where his blood went

See if I can grow something beautiful above it

Standing guard above my garden till the seeds take root

Taking shade under the trees with the sweet grapefruit

I'll take my yields and his old boots till the leaves shake loose

I will die in these fields, but my seeds will move

The ox and yoke know every note I hum

Written in the grass by the midday sun

The lamp lit ahead of me with the earth between my feet

I'll sing a song into the breeze, let it fold the wheat