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Drive-By Truckers
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Ever South
We packed our few belonings And we moved across the ocean To start a newer life In this land so bold and vast
Dispersed from Ellis Island My distant Irish kin Eyes cut to the future Hearts tied to the past
We held tight to our loved ones And we held onto the promise And scraped our meager living Hand to mouth
We prayed to what would have us Every doubting John Thomas Spread through Appalachia Ever South
Spread through Appalachia Ever South
And I hear we weren't welcomed here At least not in those days No one needs our drunken, fighting, thieving kind But we settled in this new place And we worked it in our ways And we spread our kin upon it in due time
Spread our kin upon it in due time
And we fought our losing battles And we held onto our ways And we talk of how we left behind our better days
Some were living lives of leisure Some surviving hand to mouth Bash our heads against the future Ever south
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When I set my sights upon you We were both still in our prime We were moving in big circles That I sought out to combine And I held you in my arms And swore eternal love this time Tried to lasso brighter futures And let it drag us both behind
Tried to lasso brighter futures And let it drag us both behind
So we aimed our sights westward Like so many did before Expanding our horizons to some distant shore Where everyone takes notice of the drawl that leaves our mouth So no matter where we are, we're ever south No matter where we are, we're ever south
Now my Christian southern brethren will tell you all what for To keep your heathen ways within you and your shoes outside the door Take your stand for noble causes til you just can't stand no more And surrender to some savior, praise the Lord Surrender to some savior, praise the Lord
But despite our best intentions it pains me to report We keep swinging for the fences, coming up a little short We sure can get it wrong, for someone so devout I see you whistling past the graveyard, looking down Whistling past the graveyard, looking down
Ever southern in my carriage, ever southern in my stance In the Irish of my complexion and the Scottish in my dance In the way I bang my head against my daily circumstance
Let this blue-eyed southern devil take you out upon the crown With decadence and charm, we'll take it into town Tell you stories of our fathers and the glories of our house Always told a little slower, ever south Always told a little slower, ever south
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