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 blockin' the way Keeping us all from enjoyin' our evening Shoving it's roots through the screens in our face Now, what would you give 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 mе It's called me belligеrent, 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 laid in the streets 'Til we come in to town in a stark ravin' anger Looking for answers and armed to the teeth 30 aught sixes, papaw's old pistol How many, you reckon, would it be, four or five? Oh, would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tuckin' our tails as we try to abide? Oh, would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tuckin' our tails as we try to abide?