Song Length |
3:47 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Americana |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Enraged, Incensed |
Subject |
Darkness, Luck/Coincidence |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Burn It Down
Presidents, and men alike, are born upon the hill
Most don't have the time it takes, to break this bringing wheel
And if you're playing by the rules, then it's not a game of skill
Those who roll the dice, never get the chance to deal
So, let me paint a picture, just to show you how I feel
Chorus Little bit of fuel, little bit of fire,
Little bit of gravel, under my tire
A life to live in, evert country mile
Little less crowds, little less news
Little more gravel, under my shoes
Nothing left to lose, and nowhere bound
So, all the gasoline and burn it down
And blow this town
I was born my fathers son, and I'd never trade a day
Well, I swear God lives in those hills, it gets closer still I pray
When everything I build with theses two hands, all fades away
Well I'll pass it to my grand kids, when I'm old and gray
They'll ask me what freedom is , and I'll tell em, just the same
Chorus
May that fresh air get me higher, than the satellites in space
Let that water flow and wash these blues away
Chorus
End So, lets leave it all behind, and count the miles
Gimme them clouds, gimme that dew
Little more mountain, under my shoe
Nothing left to lose, and no where bound
Make a pile out of our bills and burn it down
Blow this town
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