Long Violent History

It's the worst that it's been since the last time it happened

It's happening again right in front of our eyes

There's updated footage, wild speculation

Tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies

Been passed off as factual, when actually the actual

Causes they're awkwardly blocking the way

Keeping us all from enjoyin' our evening

Shoving its roots through the screens in our face

Now, what would you get if you heard my opinion

Conjecturin' on matters that I ain't never dreamed

In all my born days as a white boy from Hickman

Based on the way that the world's been to me?

It's called me belligerent, it's took me for ignorant

But it ain't never once made me scared just to be

Could you imagine just constantly worryin'

Kickin' and fightin', beggin' to breathe?

How many boys could they haul off this mountain

Shoot full of holes, cuffed and layin' in the streets

Till we come into town in a stark ravin' anger

Looking for answers and armed to the teeth?

Thirty-ought-sixes, Papaw's old pistol

How many, you reckon, would it be, four or five?

Or would that be the start of a long, violent history

Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?

Or would that be the start of a long, violent history

Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?