Slave To The South by Weeks
Slave To The South lyrics
I�m a slave to the south there�s a curse on this house
I�ve been dying to leave but I just can�t get out
I�ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
I�ve got dust on my boots, I�ve got tears in my eyes
And ill work in these fields for the rest of my life
Like my father before me who worked every day
And I�ll be damned if I let someone take that from me
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who�s still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that�s as blue as the blood in my veins
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
I�ve been raising my hands, I�ve been praying for rain
And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
Well with sun on my face and with god on my side
Who will I blame if those crops, they don�t rise
Well I always hoped life wouldn�t end up like this
With a well that�s gone dry and a cross in my fist
Well if my hair has gone gray and those rains still ain�t came
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
With a full of joy there that no one can see
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
And somebody there who�s still waiting for me
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
With a sky that�s as blue as the blood in my veins
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
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