Whiskey Myers - John Wayne lyrics

My grandpa had a rifle that
He took from a Vietcong
But he pawned it on a guitar
When he got back from Saigon
Every now and then I think about him
When I set down to play
Swing Low Sweet Chariot, Amazing Grace

So let the beat roll on
I'm 'bout to get in the zone
I been locked up all by myself but
I'm known to grow my own
I burn it till it's gone
Like there ain't nothing wrong
I'm just out in the shade watching
The world go up in flames
(Up in flames)
I was born from barbwire
I been stuck out in the fray
I'ma shed this mortal coil
Like a canebrake rattlesnake
I'm gonna feast among the righteous
Gonna see my friends again
I'ma dance outside the gates
Hoping like hell they let me in

So let the beat roll on
I'm 'bout to get in the zone
I been locked up all by myself but
I'm known to grow my own
I burn it till it's gone
Like there ain't nothing wrong
I'm just out in the shade watching
The world go up in flames
(Up in flames)

(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

California's burning
It's snowing in the pines
They say the world is ending, well
Maybe it's about time
Have we forgot about the
Children? Forgot about love?
Have we forgot about forgiveness from
The good Lord up above?

So let the beat roll on
I'm 'bout to get in the zone
I been locked up all by myself but
I'm known to grow my own
I burn it till it's gone
Like there ain't nothing wrong
I'm just out in the shade watching
The world go up in flames
(Up in flames)
Watching the world go up in flames
Watching the world go up in flames

(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)