The Dead South - Down That Road

Oh, well we run to the break of day
The old man groaned as we rolled away
Our women wept as we sped on by
We hung our heads low as they raised their flags high

Then we grabbed our guns and we shot away
Let's kill our brothers on a Saturday
Blood spills out, and our wounds were deep
Old Jesse James, well he won't even take a peep

So then we go on down that road
Breaking your backs and breaking your souls
Breaking your backs, yeah, breaking your souls
Momma said I'd die before I get old

War is over, now the grave's are deep
The sun goes down, just like my brother Ren's keep
You burned my house, then he raped my wife
Fall to my knees and I'm praying the Lord
That I can kill that fucker tonight

So then we go on down that road
Breaking your backs and breaking your souls
Breaking your backs, yeah, breaking your souls
Momma said I'd die before I get old

Oh, hey there dad, don't you know who I am?
No motherfucker, don't give a goddamn

So then we go on down that road
Breaking your backs and breaking your souls
Breaking your backs and breaking your souls
Momma said I'd die before I get old

Momma said I'd die before I get old
Momma said I'd die before I get old
Momma said I'd die before I get old
Momma said I'd die before I get old

Momma said I'd die before I get old