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lyrics
We never got a name.
Uncalled for grave robbery.
Show me where the takers are hidin’
And I’ll show ‘em where the day goes long.
My left leg chained to the man with high hopes,
Right one taut on the neck of his ghost,
And there’s me down in the middle on all fours,
cause I heard chicken little is a lion when he roars.
Keep your head down, Rope-a-dope
All of you now,
Put your hands high,
Wait for the right time.
If she swims I’ll cook and book it home, baby.
Oh baby.
More days, more yalla boys,
Holler who you tolerate
Collar who you cater towards.
If she swims, I’ll cook and hook you, oh baby.
Come on work boy work.
Get your job, then get paid.
Then get robbed, all damn day.
Come on Work boy work don’t faint
Come on Work boy work Don’t think
Get your job, then get paid,
Then get robbed, and whistle while you do it.
Keep your head down, Rope-a-dope
All of you now,
Put your hands high,
Wait for the right time.
credits
from Cabin Fever,
released July 9, 2013
Drums - Josh Robinson
Dobro - Kevin Martin
Banjo - Brent