Brother in the Night

Well I trace shapes and clouds and I saw things I never seen

We move renegades down in the states reload there magazine

Almost killed me in that city it was far to close to call

To put money in the bags with wanted posters off the wall

Say I'm wanted for a murder of a man I never seen

They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in holly springs

They have killed a man before not the one that they explain

They'll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood

Still pumping blood

Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud

Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath

Wont Let me breath

Well ill wake up the cicadas and I'll let them push it out for me

Well death is always close there always fortress on my trail

And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell

Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath

I was worried bout forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest

I'm a southern man forever like the wind inside the ponds

And my grandpa used to sing it oh to my brother and I

How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin

And we scurried out the window before the cops they busted in

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood

Still pumping blood

Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud

Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath

Wont Let me breath

Well ill wake up the cicadas and I'll let them push it out for me

We were messages familians, we're a midnight mascaraed

We can walk away form all this as the town goes up in flames

As civilians in a war we can die right were we live

You can walk away from all this go back home to see your kids

I've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too

We can bring em all, lets have a ball, ive got nothing to lose

I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see

No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me

Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood

Still pumping blood

Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud

Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath

Wont Let me breath

Well ill wake up the cicadas and I'll let them push it out for me