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get where I'm going, guns are hammered into plows
Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows
Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ

get where I'm going, guns are hammered into plows
Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows
Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ

Old black roller 
Taller than the sky 
Old black roller
He's angrier this time
Old black roller
Chasing out our plows 
Raining down pneumonia

I Don't Run

Seen a bunch of run down no horse towns
Where the church is the backbone and love's in the plow
And that 5 string melody's groovin

With

Tradition's funny 'cause nothing's ever set in stone
Eeny meeny miny moe to beat a dead horse, and a bucking bronco
The whips, the kicks, ready set go, a sight

night, sing to the morning light
The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, race now to my bow

carried in death

Peeling gold
In winters' witness
Burning visions are lain to rest

He plows up the earth into straight lines
Dreaming the old oak would

of the house when a strong wind blows,
This is the sound of home,

This is the sound of a steam whistle blowin,
Through a one horse town that nobody knows,
This

How many times has that field been turned over
Just to put another seed in the ground
And how many horses put tracks in the mud
Pulling an old rusty

wet
You know he plows me faster than a turbo jet
You won't comprehend this connection we have
When he's deep inside me
Cause I fucked your dad

I fucked

strength make it in a week
Head up but stay down to plow the defeat 

Fast Money comes fast woman 
My lifestyle was never giving 
9 to 5 to earn this living

only started
The horses barely carted for their stead

Being poor is a virtue my mother always said
There's some things that they just can't take away

mine
Like buttered then fried, bagged For 6.99
And how?
Cause the cow wanna pull the dull plow, so nice like wow
Like wow
Like what the heck, like Beck,

on a farm (working on a farm!)
Find the hens! Count the eggs! How many dozen did they lay? Feed the horses clean the sty Stack the hay up to the sky

of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your

Keep on kicking I'm the horse, my music is the plow
Cuz I don't give a f*** if you're going on
Hate if you want I'm a go and throw a song
I'm never stop

I got two horses and one cow
Don't own a tractor or a plow
Wear slacks to work
But let me tell you how
I love the country
No I don't have many scars

Just suck my big willy
Wonka made chocolate
I fly planes in the cockpit
Me and the hoes bout to get lit
But they won't admit it
But I have a huge horse

Battle of Evermore [Live]

Lovemongers

The Bridge School Concerts, Vol. 1

1997

night, sing to the morning light
The darkest night, a force tonight, and time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, rest not till you're

The rooster fell dead in the dust
Before the break of dawn
But I knew time

The horse hung from worn out straps
With ungreatfulness
Wipped into his

ground
When you got no reason
Keep on believing
Doesn't matter if you don't know how
Never mind if that horse is blind
Keep your shoulder to the plow

Old black roller 
Taller than the sky 
Old black roller
He's angrier this time

Old black roller
Chasing out our plows 
Raining down pneumonia

a cow, 
(Uh.... Uh....)
wearing horse shoes and trying to get me, how?
(Uh.... Uh....)
Scooping up those broken vows, 
(Uh.... Uh....)
that you kissed me

The Battle of Evermore

Pickin' On

Pickin' on Zeppelin: A Tribute

2000

tonight sing to the morning light
The dark lord rides in force tonight and time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, rest not to lock your