I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues
Oh, the people would come from far away. They'd dance all night till the break of day. When the caller hollered do-si-do. You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evening about sundown. High
Un re-route the rivers. Let the dammed water be. There's some people down the way that's thirsty. So let the liquid spirit free The people are thirsty. 'Cause of man's unnatural hand. Watch what
VERSE 1 Brown Grass. On the other side. Nothing but brown grass. Now I'm open wide. To the truth I left behind. A love so hard to find. Now I find myself falling down on brown grass. Now I find
I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues