roads got me shaking like a drunk Straight back far away a long ways from here. Just south of nowhere Static on the radio gave out five miles back. And I'm singing some old Marshall's song just for
Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Yo, drop that ass, down low, low, low. Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Yo, drop that ass, deep down low. Drop that, drop
with the top down. Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms And they call it the south, it's the land of the free. It lost the only war it ever fought in history. But I love the
it up, . To break it back down . We're building it up, . To burn it down . We can't wait, . To burn it to the ground. . The colors conflicted, . As the flames climbed into the clouds. . I wanted to