Lyrics:
hours, substandard pay
Then they took our contract away
Fourteen months is a mighty long time
To face the goons on the picket line
In Perry County
I'm
High, high, high, high there
Them summer days
Those summer days
I cloud nine when I want to
Out of school, yeah
County fair in the country sun
High, high, high, high there
Them summer days
Those summer days
I cloud nine when I want to
Out of school, yeah
County fair in the country sun
the town choir singin' oh so sweet and high high
Lady Luck's got a heart of stone
But the pride of Franklin County's gonna make it on his own
[Strings]
Nobody gets off in this town
Trains don't even slow down
My high school sweetheart's married and gone
They met on a bus to San Antone
They
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
Last year as a senior
In Emerson High
that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with
Rain down on Whitewash County
Smell the air coming up the line
Well, you've changed your face
them around
Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in
When you were dying to get out
Thank God for church pews
And all the faces that
Roll up some funky, light up a smoke
Tonight we're gonna party like it's redneck '99
Gonna kick it way down at the county line
Get to sippin'
the farming boat, the high school sports
Fishing news and bowling scores
The weather and the ladies' gossip too
Who's left town and who's come home
Who's been
Ah one two three four, one two three four
At sixteen she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promised land
She got a job behind the counter
I were you and you were me
We would do the same as Desiree
Just slay it
Long Rider in the morning tide
She took the highway to the county line
Ah one two three four, one two three four
At sixteen she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promised land
She got a job behind the counter
on it? (Yeah)
Cinderblocks holding up them whips (up them whips)
Uh, BMX bikes with the grips (with the grips)
I went to high school with half
high it was on
And now I'm mixing new music with the old school songs
R. Kelly play me something from the old school
R. Kelly play me something from
the kids in Harland High School
Voted me most likely to succeed?
Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
the kids in Harland High School
Voted me most likely to succeed?
Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
to get the good life
You make a habit out of overtime
When the big report card comes
Your priorities are way out of line
You need to go to summer
through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away
through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away
It's the holy rollers I trust
The man said then he was sixteen when
He retired from the county school
A wee bit thin with a will to begin
He was
county line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
It's gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin' from place to place
The looks on their face ain't no
Stood in line at the County Hall
Heard a man saying "we're gonna build some higher rents for y'all
Up in renewal, work on a removal, talk to me, yeah"
gone to the grave
Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
High school is closed, same for
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