Life is but a dream, psilocybin in the springMay the foggy water roll, the Book of Revelation singHad a dream that I was eight years olderBurying the dog with my eight-year-oldWe were looking for arrowheads where the creeks meetBlue skies on a nice dayHe said, "Look, daddy, it's a bald eagle"I said, "Nah, buddy, that's an osprey"Your mama's calling, I bet supper is readyProbably oughta start turning 'roundWhat'd I just get finished telling you, boy?Keep that barrel pointed at the groundMake sure nothing's in itGo hop in the truck, I'll be there in a minuteBaby, give me liberty or give me death40 hours and a day of restAutumn leaves on these county roadsGrab a hand, y'all, bow your headsBunch of kids, little fertile groundRaise 'em up right, pass it downFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menSwing by the market, we call it the mallChair on the porch, plow on the wallNeighbors cashin' out, selling the farmFadin' like a flag on a barnOld church, holy groundTore us up when they tore it downSome days, sitting up here on this ridgeI can see the whole townCounty paved over RiverchaseFirst time I ever kissed her faceThank God she's still by my sideBeen a long year and hot July, goodnessYeah, I guess I always knew I'd end up in thisSleepy little townGive me liberty or give me death40 hours and a day of restAutumn leaves on these county roadsGrab a hand, y'all, bow your headsBunch of kids, little fertile groundRaise 'em up right, pass it downFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menThe souls of men who fought and diedIf they rise again and they come for usWrong or right, in God we trustAt dawn, we'll rideGive me liberty or give me death40 hours and a day of restAutumn leaves on these county roadsGrab a hand, y'all, bow your headsBunch of kids, little fertile groundRaise 'em up right, pass it downFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menFences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menYeah, fences keep the cattle inBut they can't hold the souls of menThe souls of menThe souls of men
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Sam Lowry Hunt (Cedartown, Georgia; 8 de diciembre de 1984) es un cantante, compositor de música country y exjugador de fútbol americano universitario estadounidense. Jugó al fútbol en la escuela secundaria y en la universidad, en ese entonces, persiguió una…
