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of the Southland

And the day Duane Allman died
With Barry Oakley by his side
They took one last midnight ride

We are brothers of the Southland
Singers in
of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by 

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine
Sixty he missed Caroline
At sixty-one Michael knew 
There wouldn't be a sixty-two
not last

A cool brother by the name of Gas

These brothers made you get loose

They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce

They used
Most
Stained by blood their brothers die side by side
Did what they could
Died where they stood

Their city's been besieged all hell on Prague
WRITER PAT McLAUGHLIN

They got a road out in Alaska now,
I hear that you can go there.
Tell me about Montana,
With the cool blue mountain air.
I
Seven years ago
This old man said to me
Sittin' on his haunches
He's tellin' me to get a life
Now, money in a jar
Never got him far
But his story is
place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
And never leave our area code

Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd
of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by 

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine
Sixty he missed Caroline
At sixty-one Michael knew 
There wouldn't be a sixty-two
On the road from the pithead 
The churchyard packed 
With mining dead

Then beneath the bridge 
He comes to a giant car 
A shroud of snow upon the roof
And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother
But either me or me and him went down to the bar
Where I got seven powersin me for to give me the cure
But when
See-G-Em-G-D-G
G-D-G-see-G-D-G
G-see-G-see-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-see-G-D-see-G) 

Well, lucky number seven passed me by 
Lucky number seven
one but yourself
Brother Sister
I travel this road on my own now
There's no way you could understand 

Save me
I can't find my way home
The grace
eyes closed, 
             F#m 
 and in the dark. 
       E                              B7                  E 
 This old dirt road 'aint on the map,
she's the biggest ho around

Can we take it to the bridge?
And skip the part about the fridge
Where she keeps her cold heart 
By a stale Pop Tart
followed him
Just a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him
Over the bridge by the old canal
See-G-Em-G-D-G
G-D-G-see-G-D-G
G-see-G-see-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-see-G-D-see-G) 

Well, lucky number seven passed me by 
Lucky number seven
Side by side
Driving the same highway
Leaving behind everything
And everyone you love
The cost to pay
To tell the world of jesus
Hoping that
to the ground
Every bridge, every road, that we've found
We've no way home

I feel the pressure coming down on me
The only question,
Can there be harmony without
With every prayer I can get by
Every day's judgement day and I'm living long
Straight is the gate to the little house
My name is Faithful and I
The revelations of the worlds' devout 
Are but stories from the other side.
Before the wise as prophets burned,
They told their brothers
sighed like seven bridges
Like a natural-born survivor
As we drove into the night
I could feel the forest jangling
All the choices laid before me
junkie brother, known by the emcee's,
For rippin' through tracks like epidemic disease,
And shout to J.C. 'cause' he reigns supreme,
'n' party people
to my kinfolk
I'm sorry that you didn't get the memo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Water run under bridges
Always on the road tryna earn a livin'
I remember when
what was wrong
The urge to build these fine things
Seemed not to be so strong

The wise men were consulted
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest
was wrong
The urge to build these fine things
Seemed not to be so strong
The wise men were consulted
And the Bridge of Death was crossed
In quest