Lyrics:
Well down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens
There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived
there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
Steel men, hey
Working on a bridge of steel
Working on a bridge of steel
Out on the rocky western coast of Vancouver by the sea
At a place
Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I
the five-fifteen
Let me tell you something that I've seen
The coal man got run over by the five-fifteen
It cut off his arms and it crushed his ribs
Did the poor man
Steel men, hey
Working on a bridge of steel
Working on a bridge of steel
Out on the rocky western coast of Vancouver by the sea
At a place
ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods not the streets
Ain't a show man I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is I know
Glitter
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war
Sweetness and light, you were right
Summers are getting harder
Days echo by, blood red sky
Chop wood and carry water
We only do what we can
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war
Me and my guitar
Always in the same mood
I am mostly flesh and bones
And he is mostly wood
Never does grow impatient
For the changes I don't
Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood
It fell like broken glass
She said, "sometimes love slips away
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where
lives way back down the hollow
I take her by her lily white hair
And into the woods we wonder
Her daddy was a river man
As mad as a hatter
Her mama
Dooley was a good ole man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters
And a forty-gallon still
One gal watched the boiler
The other watched
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
people passin' by they would stop and say
'Oh my but that little country boy could play'
[Chorus]
His mother told him 'some day you will be a man
the evening light, when the woman of the woods came by
To give to you the word of the old man
In the morning tide, when the sparrow and the seagull fly
Over by the wild wood
Hot summer night
We lay in the tall grass
Til the mornin' light
If I had my way I'd never
Get the urge to roam
A young
There's a place in the Rockies
A place that I know
Where the world cannot find me
And the time goes so slow.
In the piney wood forest
There's
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