Housebroke

Hardwired and housebroke

Leaning on the wind

Leaning on the wind

Names carry power

The last dancers of their kind

A dying breed I'm told

     

We're gonna have us a fish-fry in heaven

I swear we'll all be high-stepping

And carrying on just like an old mountain wedding

Ripped from the past where the muscadine sings like god

Body and soul

     

Eating cold boudin

In my motel room

Staring at the holes in my socks

Staring at the holes in my socks

While the green grassy hills of

My north georgia home

Lay heavy on my mind

     

We're gonna have us a fish-fry in heaven

I swear we'll all be high-stepping

And carrying on just like an old mountain wedding

Ripped from the past where the muscadine sings like god

Body and soul