Romulus and Remus Hill Lived at the top of Ouachita Bend Momma died, they laid her down And quickly took to squabbling Oh, but this one's mine
If you take that then you'll never be my brother Oh, if you take mine If you do that then you'll never be my brother Again
They get to thumping and the house quaked They call the lightning down from God's front gate And all the neighbors had to move along For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake Of the titan gods
Good old boys in the oubliette of life Southern county, oh, the titan gods Were good old boys in the oubliette of life Southern county, oh, the titan gods Were good old boys in the oubliette of life Southern county again
Romulus and Remus Hill Fought all the way down the road through town None could stop their evil brawl Until they reached the county burial ground And the lightning spoke
The living god was just a silhouette Face upon the mountain, when the thunder roared St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born In the valley, and the lightning spoke The living god was just a silhouette Face upon the mountain, and the thunder roared St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born In the valley, again
A hurricane being born In the valley, again A hurricane being born In the valley, againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
