Goodbye Winston Churchill

It's an old south

It's a new union

It's an eye for an eye

And I'm still shooting

I've seen cold roads, some paved with glory

I'm too old for your bedtime story

I've spent hot nights breath stained with whiskey

Lost somewhere out in Mississippi

No, I won't rest until my breaths are hollow

And my spirit it will surely follow

Don't fight 'em off lord if they're coming

They're bound to break the walls and sneak in someday

I could be weak, lord, scared and running

But I will plant my feet right here and I shall stay