1. |
It's Too Late Now
03:46
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Losin' my faith in my family pride-
Can't say that I never tried
to make it all work out
But it's too late now.
Given up on everything I lost
You see I cut my losses and move along
and try to figure it out
But it's too late now.
It's too late to fix the things I do
It's too late to make it up to you
It's too late to put this bottle down
It's too late for me to come hangin' around you now-
I gotta do without.
Losin' my faith in my family pride-
I keep it bottled up inside
Wish I could let it out
But it's too late now.
Buy another bottle at the liquor store
Runnin' around with cut-rate whores
ain't no way out
But it's too late now.
It's too late to fix the things I do
It's too late to make it up to you
It's too late to put this bottle down
It's too late for me to come hangin' around you now-
I gotta do without.
Losin' my faith in my family pride-
Sittin' here goin' right out my mind
Wish I could figure it out
But it's too late now.
It's too late to fix the things I do
It's too late to make it up to you
It's too late to put this bottle down
It's too late for me to come hangin' around you now-
I gotta do without.
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2. |
Try to Make it Through
04:30
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Times are gettin' tough now
Like they were years ago
Some say thing'll get better-
How they could I just don't know
Fightin' every day for nothing
There ain't nothin' that I can do
Gonna keep on working my ass off, Lord
I'm just trying to make it through.
Trying to make it best as I can
Try to make it through
Just trying to make it one day at a time
Try to make it through
Put in my hours down at the factory
and just hope for the best
Maybe if I'm lucky
it won't close like the rest
Well it won't surprise me
workin' at this dump
I'd be workin' down at the Amoco
if there's any gas left to pump
Well I'm tempted now and then
to make some money on the side
but I know when it all comes down
I ain't got nowhere to hide
It ain't the dealers that bother me
It's all the dirty pigs
And every one of the rats
Run and tell everything I did
My friends are gettin' busted
and they're all gettin' sent away
They were just trying to make a livin'
like I'm doin' right here today
Just trying to feed their families
Trying to love their wives
Friends shoulda watched out for the rats
watched their backs, watched out for the knife
And I would be just like 'em
but I just can't take that chance
'Cause I know everything I've made-
There ain't no way in hell it's gonna last
So I'm livin' hand-in-mouth now
Nothin' that I can do
Gonna keep on workin' my ass off, Lord
I'm just trying to make it through.
Trying to make it best as I can
Try to make it through
One more year, one more day
I'm just trying to make it best as I can
Try to make it through.
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3. |
Interlude
00:41
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Born and raised in the Carolina Mountains, I was taught to take pride in who I am and where I come from. There's an old world grit that trickles down from the the mountaintops and it runs through the veins of this culture.
On the other hand... there's also a plague. It's haunted these hills for years. It turns grit into grime... it turns proud souls into slaves.
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I heard a rumor come through the vine
You fell off the wagon, had a real rough time
Smokin' that shit, you gonna kill yourself
Well, it ain't my fault that you got nothing else
Hide it from your family, hide it from your kin
You score twenty bucks and run to do it again
You think I can save you? That's just a dream
I ain't playin' knight to a white trash queen
You know it's a shame 'bout the world we're in
Once you get started you just can't win
Once you get in you can't get out
It's the other side of the American South
Doin' my best to get above this life
It chases me down no matter how hard I try
Got a past full of assholes, dope fiends and whores
And I can't live in that world no more
Just heard tell of double homicide
Baby found in its mama's arms crying
These the kind of people you been hanging around?
Well it's a matter of time 'til you can't be found
You know it's a shame 'bout the world we're in
Once you get started you just can't win
Once you get in you can't get out
It's the other side of the American South
If this is the life that you wanna live
One piece of advice is all I got to give
Keep your guard up and get yourself a gun
And don't tell no one 'bout the things you've done
You know it's a shame 'bout the world we're in
Once you get started you just can't win
Once you get in you can't get out
It's the other side of the American South
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5. |
Burn
02:48
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Burn away, my sweet little baby
Don't tell your mama what we've been doing lately-
Running away to that sleazy motel.
Won't you burn away like a proper lady?
Keep your secrets where it's dark and shady
Don't believe them when they say they won't tell.
Burn it up, and don't look back
Make sure you cover up your tracks
Come on darling, cut me a break
So I don't burn at the stake.
Burning, burning like a bonfire
We were innocent victims of our desire-
Somehow we wandered off way too damn far.
Skirting the truth ain't the same as a liar
As long as it's for the sake of something higher
like holding you close while laying under the stars.
Burn it up, and don't look back
Make sure you cover up your tracks
Come on darling, cut me a break
So I don't burn at the stake.
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6. |
Spitting Grit
03:38
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You know I always mind my own
And I just want to be left alone
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me
We got no bullshit and that's the way it'll be
Some asshole's gotta get out of line
and try to fuck up my damn good time
Look here motherfucker, it's time to quit
'cause I'm too fucked up to deal with it
Don't you know I don't take no shit?
I been chewin' up fools and spittin' grit
Oh yes I know just what I am
And I stand up proud to be my own man
No I don't care about your tender mind
or your bullshit that's better just left behind
So leave me alone, man, just fuck off
and the spectators won't have to call the law
Look here motherfucker, it's time to quit
'cause I'm too fucked up to deal with it
Don't you know I don't take no shit?
I been chewin' up fools and spittin' grit
I don't look for trouble, it just finds me
hangin' in my good company
Some loud-mouth fucker wanna start a little shit
'til the hammer drops and the ball peen hits
'Coulda been avoided man, don't ya think?
You'da been better off to let me sit and drink
Look here motherfucker, it's time to quit
'cause I'm too fucked up to deal with it
Don't you know I ain't a-havin' your shit?
I been chewin' up fools
Spittin' that grit
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7. |
Try (Redux)
05:28
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Y'know it's a God damn shame
In this modern world we live in, we've come this far
We've made leaps and bounds
And we're still nothing more than glorified fuckin' monkeys
You see somebody that looks different than you
That thinks differently than you do
That has a different opinion
A different point-of-view
And you automatically wanna assume that that's somehow a threat to your life
And it doesn't have to be
And it shouldn't be
What the fuck is wrong with y'all people?
You do you... let me do me
What is wrong with that?
Why is that so hard to wrap your minds around?
And that goes for everybody.
Everybody.
Times are real fucked up now
Worse than they been before
Some say things'll get better
for the uneducated and poor
Fighting a whole new war for ignorance
And the best that I can do
Is to keep on livin' my way
Lord, I'm just trying to make it through
Trying to make it best as I can
Try to make it through
Trying to make it one day at a time
Try to make it through
Put in my hours down at the factory
and hear people bitch and moan
'Bout the God damn liberal pussies
trying to take everything they own
And I gotta say it's kinda funny-
They think they government's trying to take our guns
But in eight years under Obama
he didn't ask me for a single one
Now I ain't sayin' he was perfect-
You see, the man wasn't even close
But what's standing in his place right now
is less than a fucking joke
It ain't the party that bothers me-
It's the backwards fuckin' shit
And the man wants to do away with folks
who don't think just like him
People livin' in fear
of having families torn away
People just trying to make a living
like I'm doing right here today
Trying to feed our families
Trying to love our wives
And people put him in power...
How could you be so blind?
Think he really cares about you?
Think he really gives a shit?
When all you heard him say
was "Make America Great Again"?
And I'm livin' in a world of fear now
And the best that I can do
is to keep livin' life my way-
Lord, I'm just trying to make it through
Trying to make it best as I can
Try to make it through
Four more years
oh God damn
Try to make it best as I can
Try to make it through
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