Upchurch - Legend of the South lyrics
[Upchurch - Legend of the South lyrics]
There's a warm wind a-blowin'
And a burnin' sun droppin' down
At the end of time I'll be rockin'
In a wooden chair like I'm
Still starin' at a crowd
'Cause this road I've traveled has been
Long and full of heartache
But the heartache's gone when nobody's around
When them Hollywood lights all go dim and
California looks like a dead town
You know where I'll be found
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country (Country)
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
(Speak up so loud)
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south
(In the south)
When I'm fifty years old I'll
Be on my back porch
Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about
The size of a torch
Gettin' pulled to rock music
That's vibratin' the place
'Til the neighbors call the police
On my dirty white ass
Yeah, I figured you thought this
Was the talkin' blues
Yeah, it's talkin' blues just
In my shit-kick boots
I like to say stuff like
'fuck you' and some more
That's why you won't find my
Album at a Walmart store
Yeah, I'm the white horse that
Won't let nobody ride
No saddle for my back for
The next half ass guy
Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go
I gallop with hooves courted
In forty-niner gold
Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster
Than the million dollar quarter horse
And there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go
I so grown into bein' the old
Soul so this soul goes
And the time ain't fadin' not
None of my fuckin' vocals
I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south
Well I'm obsessed with trucks and
Cars way too loud
Dump women if they don't like country sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed
I write songs fucked up like I'm
Kin to old George Jones (Old George Jones)
Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite
And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight
And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I
Run outta gas or crash (That'd be bad)
Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit
And my teeth are crooked
As a crackhead's chin
But my knuckles still feel like a boat
Built Ford Tough (For me it's enough)
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south
And a burnin' sun droppin' down
At the end of time I'll be rockin'
In a wooden chair like I'm
Still starin' at a crowd
'Cause this road I've traveled has been
Long and full of heartache
But the heartache's gone when nobody's around
When them Hollywood lights all go dim and
California looks like a dead town
You know where I'll be found
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country (Country)
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
(Speak up so loud)
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south
(In the south)
When I'm fifty years old I'll
Be on my back porch
Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about
The size of a torch
Gettin' pulled to rock music
That's vibratin' the place
'Til the neighbors call the police
On my dirty white ass
Yeah, I figured you thought this
Was the talkin' blues
Yeah, it's talkin' blues just
In my shit-kick boots
I like to say stuff like
'fuck you' and some more
That's why you won't find my
Album at a Walmart store
Yeah, I'm the white horse that
Won't let nobody ride
No saddle for my back for
The next half ass guy
Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go
I gallop with hooves courted
In forty-niner gold
Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster
Than the million dollar quarter horse
And there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go
I so grown into bein' the old
Soul so this soul goes
And the time ain't fadin' not
None of my fuckin' vocals
I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south
Well I'm obsessed with trucks and
Cars way too loud
Dump women if they don't like country sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed
I write songs fucked up like I'm
Kin to old George Jones (Old George Jones)
Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite
And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight
And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I
Run outta gas or crash (That'd be bad)
Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit
And my teeth are crooked
As a crackhead's chin
But my knuckles still feel like a boat
Built Ford Tough (For me it's enough)
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice
That's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south