I want to lay my body down Deep in the everlasting sound But I'm headed back to Knoxville town Where that homemade wine makes my belly growl
A duffel, a grip, and my D35 Leaning in a point of pride Mandy keeps house up Shelby Cove She'll make me a pallet on her kitchen floor
From this tower I've seen it crumble And the stories we tell Eternal trouble In the blood, in the blood, in the blood Of our kind
The burden of our history This ain't no damn democracy On the scent of the erstwhile beast of all sin You can't blame a man for keeping warm in the halls of fellowship
From this tower I've seen it crumble And the stories we tell Eternal trouble In the blood, in the blood, in the blood Of our kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.